Morse Code

After being subjected to all of the baseball in the College World Series, I got my retribution in the form of Say Yes to the Dress and Drop Dead Diva.

"What happened to 'I just want to be with you?'" Abraham attempted.

It's what I said at somewhere in the middle of our relationship when he said he wanted to watch a hockey game. He had cooed and kissed me. And I meant it at the time. But football turned into hockey turned into March Madness turned into College World Series. I had picked a bad rental from Redbox a couple of times, but he's never sat through a single 16 and Pregnant. I wanted payback.

It was hilarious, if not a little awkward, watching Say Yes to the Dress with Abraham, a show about picking out wedding dresses. When he made a comment like "That dress is so ugly," I would melt into a fit of giggles.

I took the time to explain the difference between the New York show and the Atlanta show and how much better the Atlanta show was. The dresses aren't as gaudy in the South, nor are they as expensive, but, oh my goodness, the couples in Atlanta are so young. In New York, you can tell who is marrying for money.

Abraham made the comment that he wished the show would air all of the weddings of the girls who picked out dresses. I died.

Drop Dead Diva is a charming little show on Lifetime. It chronicles a skinny model trapped in a chubby attorney's body. It has near tear-jerking story lines and cute clothes.

I forced him to watch it after the third College World Series baseball game of the weekend. We were entangled on the couch. My feet between his calves. My hand on his thigh.

During the episode, the lawyer tells the sister of her boyfriend that she loves him. He was unexpectedly standing behind her.

"You love me?" he said.

And, ugh, and when he said that on the TV, I swiped my thumb across Abraham's thigh. It was an unconscious but deliberate act of affection. I realized what I did at the exact moment of the TV I love you, so I tried to make up for it by continuing to caress his skin, like stumbling and turning it into a jog.

"I love you too, and I love that you said it first," the boyfriend on TV continued.

Abraham tapped my stomach with his finger four times, just as deliberately as my thumb swipe.

My heart skipped a beat. He knew what I did and he reciprocated. In jury-rigged Morse code no less. It makes me less afraid of telling him how I feel.

Which will be this weekend I decided.