Romance classes anyone?

Erm, it's been about a month this time. Yes, dear readers, I am aware of this fact. Sadly, we've not really gotten to spend much time together between the two schedules ~ let's all sigh dejectedly en chorus *le sigh* beautiful! This weekend'll likely be the last time we get any serious "us time" and while I had intentions of milking it for all it's worth, life gets in the way. So after a 12 hr day, I'll be driving up north to crash at around 11, then getting up early to pitch the reenacting tent out on the peak, let it air out while breakfasting and cleaning the bachelor cave, and then head back up to rewaterproof the damn thing. We're hoping the weather will be nice at least on Saturday, that'll speed the drying up and we'll be able to sleep out under the stars. (Which, by the way, dear readers, is only one of a handful of romantic things BGRR has come up with in the past 3 months. He's got the unromantic, "you should know this" part covered though. Let's continue, shall we?)

My college roommate and very good friend Der got married to Boo last weekend. Now, seeing as how BGRR kept say that May would be insane at work, I relented and told him he didn't have to come if he didn't want. I've done the single thing before...it just happens to be incredibly awkward when there's a slow song and you're sitting at your table playing with flower petals wishing you had someone there to dance with. Obviously, this has never happened to me before. After the rehersal dinner Friday night (because I missed the rehersal being stuck in the wonder that is Baltimore traffic), I toddled up to BGRR's to crash for the night. He had an group the next morning and would be able to wake me up early to get ready. That was the plan.

Now, before I continue, let's explore BGRR's romantic ideas. I know he has them, and he tends to pay attention to things most of the time - enough attention to give me dirty looks when I wear heels. (That's an argument for another time though. It actually qualifies as a classic and deserves an entry in its own right.) I realize that after a long day, he's tired. He sounded exhausted and I was really surprised he stayed up as long as he did waiting for me. Yay bonus points for DB! There wasn't one word about the navy blue silk sheath that hugged feminine curves just so, or the kitten heels, or the carefully styled hair. Yes, I'm complaining that I put careful thought into what I wore, in the hopes that BGRR would amaze and astound with a smile and some cute compliment that showed he noticed and appreciated. Argh.

But you know, it waaaaaas late, and there's always Saturday morning before the wedding. So you jump out of bed, grab a quick shower, toss on just the right bit of makeup, pull out the sundress and accessorize. 45 minutes after my own personal wake up call, we're both ready for our respective days. Cue soft background music.... She looks bashfully in his direction, waiting for that look to cross his face. That looks that makes all the silent cursing because an eyelash won't curl, or a hair keeps falling in, worth it. Silence. She holds her breath, watching his eyes for a glimmer of appreciation. His eyes open, as if he's taken aback by the woman before him and says....."It's nice."

And this is why someone needs to find Hitch, recruit him for romance classes, and sign DB up. Yesterday.