did you mean it?

continued from Miss Understood... Part 3

Sunday we read reports of horrendous weather back in Boston. The marathon was in danger of cancellation, and the Sox game would be cancelled too.

I was nervous about flying in this weather. I cared about my safety. Turbulence on an airplane is unacceptable. I am not interested in landing during 40+ mph winds. Lucky for me, RedSox is just as afraid of flying as I am. He called up the front desk and booked our room for another night while I called up the airline to reschedule our flight for Monday evening.

Monday morning, we awoke to the first runner crossing the finish line and the sox ahead 7 to 1. Oops... guess we coulda gone home after all.

What's worse is that I woke up after having a nightmare about failing the boards. I jumped outta bed and hopped in the shower to cry. Then I quickly got dressed and headed to Starbucks to study. An hour later, I went back up to the room to start the day with RedSox.

He knew I was upset when I went down to Starbucks. He hated that he couldn't do anything about it. I told him I needed to get some air, and warm weather. I'd perk up sooner or later.

Off we went to Aladdin to buy some art. On the walk there, I decided to open up a bit. I told him my biggest fear about failing the boards was that my parents wouldn't love me anymore. Ridiculous, I know...

He told me that if they stopped loving me, he still would.

I kept walking without responding. Did he just say "I love you" without actually saying it?

We get to Aladdin, and I help him pick out some pieces for his apartment. We're chatting about a couple of paintings, and the dealer comes over to ask us if we might be having an argument because most couples who spend a lot of time in front of a painting are fighting. We tell him we both agree on the art we love. The problem is not buying too many pieces.

The dealer was shocked. Apparently he spends a lot of his time breaking up fights between husbands and wives. uh... we're not married. RedSox just happens to love me. I think...

After RedSox drops $1500 on art, I make the decision to head to the Palms. We may have missed out on PlayBoy, but I know what really makes me happy is watching my man play poker or blackjack.

The Palms just wasn't our casino. RedSox lost $200 at Blackjack... and another $300 at Poker. We shoulda known Poker was gonna be a loss when the dealer knew all the other players by their first name.

We decide to head back to the strip to play poker at MGM. Another few hours later RedSox lost $250. Now it was his turn to be bummed. We headed to CraftSteak to have dinner.

There sat RedSox in a vulnerable position. There I was knowing what I had to do.

Me: So I have a question

RedSox: I think I know what you're gonna ask me

Me: What am I gonna ask you?

RedSox: I think you're gonna ask me about what I said earlier.

Me: Why yes I am... did you mean it?

RedSox: What if I said yes?

Me: Then I'd say me too

RedSox: REALLY???? Well then... yes I meant it.

Me: Me Too

RedSox: wow I suddenly don't feel bad about losing $750

The End