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My Boyfriend

in Must Be Nice on November 19, 2015

So, the day before yesterday we had a fairly significant cold front blow through Houston.  I went to work out and was sweating as I walked from my truck to the gym.  The heat and humidity was crazy high for mid-November…even for a native Texan, such as myself.  By the time I left the gym, a mere forty-five minutes later, it was pouring down rain, and the temperature had plummeted a whopping 30 degrees!  Well, almost thirty.  It was 81 degrees when I started my workout, and 55 degrees when I finished.  That, dear friends, is quite a drop.

Why is this important?

My tires freaked out.  Everybody knows that when the cold weather rolls in, the air in your tires shrivels up to nothing…and air must be added.  Here’s the deal: I knew and understood the concept.  It was the execution with which I had trouble.  My suburban told me that three out of four tires were really, really low on air.  It even showed me which tires needed air.  Sounds fairly simple to remedy this problem, right?

Wrong.

Have you ever tried to air up a pool raft?  If you have, you know there is a slight chance that you can let the air escape while trying to fill it.  I fear that was the predicament I placed myself into.  After thirty, frustrating and highly unsuccessful minutes, I realized airing up my tires was above my pay grade, and I needed professional help.  I hopped into my lop-sided truck, and drove it to Auto Express to let the experts handle my tires.

Thankfully, Bob and his crew have known me for years and are used to my neuroses.  They help me in all of my car-related traumas from oil change dilemmas to tire pressure emergencies without judgment or condemnation.  When I rolled into their parking lot on Tuesday, it was almost as if they were expecting me.  I was greeted at the door by a smiling young man, who was all-to-happy to take my keys.  He said, “I’ll help you out, Mrs. Louis.  No worries.”

But then, he just stood there…looking at me…as though I should say or do something else.

He spoke again, “You don’t remember me, do you?”

I was drawing a complete and total blank.

“It’s me.  Andy G—.”

My heart sank.  Standing before me  was a grown MAN…not the KID who I had gone to church with for the last SIXTEEN YEARS.  I had just been rendered speechless.  About that time, Bob, the owner came around the corner to console me.  He asked how I was doing that day…all I could croak out was…”Old…I am feeling very, very old.”

So, as this grown kid took my car, I stood in the office chit-chatting with Bob…my phone rang.  It was the Man of my Dreams.  He asked the usual questions…How are you?  Where are you?  Yada-Yada-Yada…this is where it’s get fun.

I told him I was with my boyfriend…and right then is when Andy cranked my truck, and the Bluetooth took over.  I was giggling and laughing, and thinking this was a funny joke; having NO IDEA that Jeff could no longer hear me, but rather could only hear a MAN answering his questions on his wife’s phone!!

Meanwhile, I was frustrated inside the building, telling Bob, the joke is not funny if you have to repeat it or explain it, considering I did not get a response from Jeff.  I had already hung up.  It was when I hit redial, that I noticed the SYNC button was lit up like a Christmas tree on my home screen.  Ooops.  Bob is laughing hysterically while I try and back-pedal my way out of a really poorly timed joke.  Jeff is telling me he’s not mad, but he had just flipped a U-Turn and was on his way to wherever I was to kick poor Andy’s arse for “answering” my phone…and all of this confusion started because the stupid temperature dropped thirty degrees!! Good grief!

Now, for those of you reading this, who are unfamiliar with my dear hubby, he is NOT confrontational AT ALL.  He’s lover, not a fighter.  But apparently, the thought of someone moving in on his woman initiated the “go for launch” sequence on his Caveman Instincts.  Kinda sweet, isn’t it?  Just in case he, or anyone else needs a reminder about the Love of my Life…take a gander at these pictures taken by a sweet friend of ours, Tanya Pabor.  She is a very gifted photographer.  She captured the absolute essence of us.

This is my Boyfriend…

Here’s hoping your day is CONFUSION free!

-Dallas

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