As promised, here's a post about the mystery man to most of you (unless you know me in real life. Then you hear about him 24/7).
What better way to get to know him than to get to know him like I know him? :]
Things I hate to love about J
This picture of him makes me laugh every time I see it. And if he doesn't like it, he shouldn't have it on Facebook. I'm just sayin'.
How he feels compelled to shower every morning, even if he showered the night before and did nothing but sleep and wake up. Somehow showering energizes him. I couldn’t fathom this until one day I told him not to shower because we were in a rush. I watched as in a mere 20 minutes his body literally shut down and wasn’t revived until water touched his skin. It was remarkable.
His refusal to eat collard greens even though he knows damn well that I caught him eating them at a restaurant. Apparently what he meant to say is he didn’t eat my family’s collard greens. Oh, okay.
How eerily similar our grandmothers are. They look nothing alike but my grandmother is the Jamaican-Methodist-shopaholic equivalent to his cute, Jewish, always-wearing-pink grandmother. It’s very interesting to see how two women who have never met can have such a similar impact on their first grandchildren’s lives. There are times when his grandmother talks and I swear it’s like my grandmother possessed her body. Grandma, is that you?
How he loves me in sweatpants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on. Or in my case - pink super woman pajamas, glasses, and a headscarf. I hate when he invites people in with me looking like I just woke up, but he doesn’t think it’s a big deal because "I’m beautiful no matter what" – yadda, yadda, yadda. I’m no stranger to Vicki’s Secret when I need to be but he has seen me looking craaaaazy and I’ll admit to that. My whole thing is – as long as it’s not a habit, let me live. Thank you. And he does.
Him taking up SO MUCH space in bed. This isn’t the biggest deal because I like that he’s 6’3, but there are times when I forget that he’s a person with feelings and I want to fight him and throw him overboard. Somebody’s gotta go. . .
His Football Sundays. HUSH! I want no backlash for this. Everyone knows that Sundays are reserved for WE Weddings, The Kardashians and True Blood! But even though I’ve always been one of those girls who likes the team whose uniforms are the prettiest (as in, with the least color clashing), I appreciate him for being so determined to keep this tradition alive with his friends and brothers. I even learned a thing or two about how great of a game football is, and he trained me to recite Mark Sanchez as my favorite player on the Jets – but I will always be a Giants girl thanks to my dad.