Random Esquire

Boss is, quite honestly, the least romantic person I’ve ever met. But she tries.

I just lied.

Boss is definitely the least romantic person I’ve ever met but I lied about the other part. She doesn’t try. Okay, that’s not true. She doesn’t try hard. Okay, and maybe not the least romantic person I’ve ever met so much as the least capable of keeping sarcasm out of her romance.

Let me give you an example.

Our three year anniversary was last Wednesday and Boss’s birthday was on Friday. We decided to go out for dinner on Thursday evening. I am taking us to Las Vegas this weekend for our anniversary and Valentine’s day and dinner and gifts was the order of things for my Groundhog’s Day baby, setting the tone for a vacation to come. We sat in a peaceful corner booth at the restaurant and talked about our years together.

Let me stop right here and editorialize. I do not have much difficulty in describing my thoughts, feelings, or opinions. In fact, at times, I have more difficulty refraining from offering my two cents. Boss is, generally, indecisive and when she does have an opinion, she’s often loathe to express it. This is one of the funnier parts of her personality, actually, because she combines it with the complete inability to hide her real feelings from being expressed on her face. I get Blank Face and have a mouth that belies my face. Boss’s face reads like a headline contradicting her mouth.

We had a quiet moment while we ate and, in retrospect, I see now that Boss must have been working up the nerve to say something nice. I looked up at her and she said, eyes wide, “I can’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of looking at that face for three years.”

Hold it. I know what you’re thinking. But that’s because you couldn’t see her face. She was opening her eyes wide to keep herself from giggling. And then she flat out grinned. She kills me.

Those are the things about Boss that I love. The things about herself she can’t control. The look on her face, her excitement from teaching, her clumsy long legs, and her love for me. It’s that wild transparency that I love.

Happy Anniversary, honey.