it must be love*

last night, my boyfriend, the man who professes to be able to burn water and inflict grievous digestive distress with toast, cooked dinner for me.
christopher cooked for me. let that sink a moment…
not only was it dinner, it was a good dinner. nay, scratch that. it was a GREAT dinner. a seriously yummy, “why can’t i get MY chicken that tender” dinner. the basmati rice was perfect, the chicken melted in my mouth, the sauce was spectactular.
he even put candles on the table. i’ve never put candles on the table for any of our dinners at my apartment.
i felt kind of bad i hadn’t had the chance to get all de-workified for such a special occasion. i thought we were just going to rummage around in the fridge for leftovers.
chris thought i was losing it, i’m sure. i spent most of the night with a big, dopey grin on my face ’cause it was such a good evening. seriously, it was just so good. probably because it was such an unexpectedly awesome end to my dreary day of depressing drudgery. it felt like i found a $100 bill while walking home in the rain with a broken umbrella and soggy feet.
i’m still a little giddy, actually, which is good because today is going to be a long one what with the working and then what’s probably going to be a very long and very rowdy union meeting i have to attend. oh well, one more day until my four-day weekend. i think i can make it… especially if i keep thinking about christopher cooking last night.
*or he was hungry, but didn’t want to spend money on pizza.