Why I’m Really the Girl in Our Relationship

 This Saturday, I’ve decided to compile a list of reasons why I sometimes fill the stereotypical “woman” role in our relationship.

-I remember the important dates. Well, so does Jenn, but I’ll add that I remember ALL the dates. In addition to the “normal” stuff (first date, first kiss, wedding anniversary, etc.), I know that we first went camping on 6/20/08. I know that our first concert (my first one ever) was on 6/17/10. She gave me a homemade photo montage for the first time on 9/5/08. And the list goes on.

-Jenn mentioned once before how she didn’t cry during Nights in Rodanthe, but I did. I cry at many “chick flicks.” Earlier this week I cried through Disney/Pixar’s Up. Like all of it. She cried at the beginning, but didn’t succumb to all of the emotional twists and turns that movie had.

-I get worried about characters in fictional shows. Like we were watching “Jem” season 1 on DVD and I got worried about a little orphan girl who was going to go blind unless Jem and the Holograms could raise enough money for her operation by doing a movie with the Misfits. It’s emotional stuff!

-Well, you heard about Stacey and Jenn installing the door on her “Stream Of Consciousness” post last Sunday. I was in the basement organizing/logging comic books.

-I also had a lot of trouble breaking down the old door frame to take to the dump. I cringed and screamed like a little girl while we ripped apart the frame. I didn’t want a nail or a piece of wood to go flying and hit one of us.

-A few weeks ago, we borrowed my Dad’s truck to haul a lot of big items to the dump and the storage unit.  I’m a fairly nervous driver, and don’t like sitting up high in a vehicle, so Jenn offered to drive.  And she drove it the entire day.

-On our second date, Jenn discovered my set of “Powerpuff Girls” DVDs. It’s a good show!! I have recently sold them on account that I haven’t watched them since I was a big fat loser bachelor, so I suppose I have redeemed myself.

-My nails get really long. That’s due to my forgetfulness, though, not some need to grow them long or paint them or anything like that.

-I apparently look like my Mom. To the point that people at work saw an old photo hanging in my cubicle of my Mom holding me as a baby, and asked whose baby I was holding. Sometimes when I need a haircut Jenn says I start to look like her.

So that’s the list! I hope you found it entertaining! I also want to thank everyone who participated in last week’s competition moral research. It looks like “Team Casey” won out, meaning that most of you feel that this is a reasonable service and not a form of indentured servitude. I actually went to get a gallon of milk this week and listened to my Inner Jenn and walked inside the store to get it. I also didn’t want to pay an extra $5 service fee for the gallon of milk (which was totally the motivating factor).

Have a great week, everyone!