~Friday, June 08, 2012


I had brought my birthday bottle of gin with me to the beach for Memorial Day to share with his friends. We polished it off except for one or two drinks, so I carted my near-empty bottle home with me where I conveniently stashed it at Abraham's place.

Yesterday I was standing in his house and I looked at my sad bottle of gin on his table. Next to it was another bottle of gin. I crossed over to the table and picked up the larger of the two bottles, thinking that was my birthday bottle; however, it was still sealed. The smaller of the two bottles was my birthday bottle. I looked at Abraham, confused.

He chuckled, "I bought that the day after we got back from the beach. I was wondering how long it would take you to notice it."

Abraham doesn't drink gin.

I did the only thing I could do after I'd been completely upstaged in kindness. I threw myself into his arms, placing all my weight into him so he had to hold me up, and kissed him. His bottle of vodka was also drunk by his friends at the beach, and all I had said at time was HOW SAD FOR YOU. It never even occurred to me to do something nice for him. I am so undeserving of him.

The previous night we sat at our local bar and ate a dinner of appetizers while watching the hockey game. During commercial I rested my hand across the back of his shoulders and said, "I'm so happy to be with you."

"You did good," he replied.

"No, I did excellent."


Breeza said...

I'm glad you're so happy!!!

Je m'appelle Danielle said...

Super cute. Yes, I think you both made out pretty excellently, like bandits, as they say.

Peach said...

.....cue music 'love lift us up where we belong".... "Way to go Paula!" !

Miss Devylish said...

I love that good guys exist. He sounds adorbs. Yay you! xo

Bathwater said...

I like these posts, they bring a very different feel to your blog.


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