We went to watch the Cowboys VS Bills game this weekend. Sunday at noon. We woke up after sleeping in a "smoking" room *(I'd reserved the non-smoking but what do you expect from a best western?) We parked about a mile away and walked to the stadium.
It was grandiose. Beautiful. People were mostly dressed in white and blue expect for the 10 BILLS FANS- one of them was my boyfriend. The air smelled of excitement and testosterone. Texan girls are so beautiful with their sparkly jeans and big hair- ... no wonder they say everything is bigger in Texas; hair sure is.
The Bills were losing by the first 5 minutes. Forty something- 7 . Omar's face full of embarassement and pain; real pain. The kind that breaks your heart. I wanted to hug him and reassure him everything would be alright. I couldn't get myself to take it seriously.
As I sat there I thought of all the wonderful things I've been able to live. Trips, events, parties, conversations, purchases.... I'm so lucky I thought. I'm so lucky to be with these people- to come to these places; to have these moments.
To have the time and opportunity to learn that the love of my life takes this game too seriously. So much so that he refused to talk to me or anyone, or even finish the game in the stadium. He waited outside and I thought it was adorable. I fell even more in love with him.
The way he speaks to his family; the way he talks and makes jokes; the way he pouts when something doesn't go his way.
I'm so lucky. So very lucky
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