My lady does not watch football. Has no interest in it at all.
She watched about a quarter of one game earlier in the season and I could tell was quite bored with it. Maybe it's the whole "I don't know what the hell is happening" thing and maybe it's because it's not Futbol. I don't know and it doesn't matter.
What matters is that she has volunteered numerous times to hit up a bar on Sunday so that I could watch whatever Steelers game happened to be on.
Maybe she only volunteered because she (correctly) assumed that I'd say "thanks, but we don't have to."
Either way, life has led up to this moment. Or, more correctly, That moment. The moment that starts around 3:30 pm Pacific time on February 3rd - Super Bowl Sunday.
She volunteered to watch this game, the mecca of games. The holy spirit of games, just to humor me.
I told her "Offer accepted."
Truth of the matter is when I drag her here for the game I will not make her watch it. She can find whatever else there is to do for her entertainment purposes and do that. The fact that she will be here during the game on her own free will just to support one of my addictions is enough for me.
And then, out of nowhere, I randomly volunteered to go to church in the morning with her and the kiddo.
It just sort of came out.
She was telling me how she was going to go in the morning and without putting any thought into it: "Do you want me to go with you?"
After she said "if you want to" I immediately told her that I'd try to dig up my flame retardant clothes and suggested she do the same.
Who knows, I just might catch fire!
It's been quite a while since I've been in church.
In black person slang "It's been a minute."
I'm talking College days.
I've never been a religious man (some would say never been a man, but it's not the size that counts.... what?).
Just not really my thing.
But, to each their own.
However, this relationship feels different.
I've taken a different approach.
Things that never made sense to me I now understand.
Things I've never wanted before are now things that I actually look forward to.
I just feel like this one was meant to be.
This might be the one
It's still early. I've still got time to figure things out.
I can't explain things the way I want - in a way that makes sense.
It just feels different, and I like it.
Tomorrow is going to be interesting.
Church, Football, Beer, Wings, Swearing, Cursing.
Oh sweet baby jesus (pronounced Hey-Suess) - I love Super Bowl Sunday.