He can be a complete jerk at times, and then he goes and do this…

Conversation this afternoon:

JAY: Bad news babe.
ME: What?
JAY: I’m not gonna be able to take you fishing for your birthday.
ME: Why?!
JAY: Because there’s nowhere to go fishing in Vegas.

That’s right folks we’re going to Las Vegas for 2 days and 3 nights. I can’t wait! Originally the plan was for Jay to take me fishing locally, but apparently he had other ideas. I’ve been talking about going back to Vegas for years and Jay has never been so this should be fun. I promise to be good, but they serve you free drinks at the slots so I won’t be that good.

Yay, I’m so excited.

You would think that I’d learn to not be surprised by anything that my Jay does. But I haven’t.

When I came home from frolicking with my gays at Pride I was greeted with a new appliance in the living room. Next to our new couches was a mini fridge.

What…the…heck!

An associate of Jay’s was getting rid of said fridge and of course Jay couldn’t pass it up.

“It was free honey,” he exclaimed.

“I don’t care. What do we need a fridge in the living room for?”

“This way when I want something to drink I don’t have to get up,” he says grinning from ear to ear. I’m glad his laziness amuses him.

“The fridge is five feet away!” Not to mention it’s white and doesn’t go with any of our other furniture. “What’ll our company think when they come over and see a fridge in the middle of the living room. “

“They’ll think sweet, we don’t have to get up for drinks. And it’s not in the middle of the living room. It’s behind the couch.”

We’ve compromised and the mini fridge is going into the bedroom under is deer head. He creating his own little man corner. We really need to think about moving into a bigger space. This apartment isn’t big enough for me and his craziness, er manliness.

If I didn’t think that it would hurt my vegetarian rep, or that I could stand seeing it on a every day basis, I think that this little guy would be a great birthday present for Jay. His deer head Louie could have a friend.

What do you think?

EDITED TO ADD: whoo-hooo, this is my 100th post. Had I known this was my 100th post I would have made it count. But since I’m here, I’d like to thank all the regulars for their support. I’d like to thank my boyfriend Jay for being who he is. For with out him half these posts wouldn’t have existed. Here’s to 100 more!

Valentine’s day aside, I’ve been feeling really happy about my relationship with Jay lately. I spent a great portion of my adult life trying fit myself to the guy I was dating, rather than find a guy that fit me. And I’ve found him.

My Jay can be a complete jerk at times and says the most inappropriate things. He makes fun of things that most people wouldn’t dare to mock. And I love it. The term politically incorrect means nothing to him.

I can say without a doubt that he is my best friend. He knows me better than anyone and knows what I’m thinking sometimes before I do. I am more myself with him than I am with even my bestest of girlfriends. I’m not scared to be silly or goofy around him. And I can say some really crazy things and it’s okay. He mocks me for it, but it’s still okay.

I don’t think that there is anyone that can make me laugh the way he can.

I love how he sings “fishy fishy” whenever he makes fish sticks.

I love how he makes his feet talk to me. Even though I hate feet and everything about them, I can’t help but laugh.

I also love the way he calls his Mom and Dad on a weekly basis.

I love that he calls his best friend just to tell him what random 80’s movie he’s watching.

The way he can laugh at Family Guy and Jack Ass, and then spend hours watching FoxNews or MSNBC. If not for his obsession with politics, I’d have no clue what was going on in the world.

I love how we fight over the most random of things like ‘which is better toast or biscuits’ or ‘why potato chips are better than cheetos’. (I still say biscuits are better and screw potato chips. Cheetos are so much better.)

A few months into our relationship I was faced with the decision to walk away or to stay despite some information that I had learned. I look back at that moment in time and am so thankful that I stayed. There has never been a moment since that I have regretted letting this man into my life. I can’t imagine what the past two years would have been like had I walked away. (well, there wouldn’t be a deer head on my bedroom wall, but that’s besides the point.)

I made Jay promise that no matter what he and I will be together on 12/12/2012, the proposed day that the world is to come to an end. I know that no matter what happens that day we’ll be laughing and that makes me happy.

So, Happy Valentines Day Jay. There’s no one I’d rather spend the Armageddon with than you!!

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while. I know that I’ve written about my boyfriend’s crazy antics but it never fails that I have a few drinks and can’t stop talking about how much I love my Jay.

I could make a mix CD and all that junk but that takes to muck time…yadda yadda yadda… my laptop is right here…so here we go…

Why I love my Jay…
1. He can be a complete ass, but I find it funny cause I can be a complete bitch, so it works.

2. He loves to mock people as much as I do.

3. He’s super thoughtful and sweet when he wants to be. He once showed up at my apartment with my favorite flowers just because it was Monday.

4. For our four month anniversary he gave me a pumpkin and wrote Happy Anniversary on it.

5. He swears as much as I do. (okay…more)

6. On our first date he spent the entire time asking me about me. Genius!!

7. He’s super smart about things I know nothing about. He spent this past Sunday trying to explain Quantum Physics to me. I still don’t get it.

8. He calls me out on…well…everything.

9. He makes up little songs and sings them when he thinks no ones looking.

10. He can make me laugh at the most inappropriate times.

11. He’s my lobster! (Quudos to those who knows this reference.)