Introducing “Cute” to the Internet
This man you will be hearing more about in future posts. That is, unless blogging is a jinx, in which case forget I ever mentioned him.
He has been aptly nicknamed “Cute.” Not just because he is, in fact, very cute. That would be to obvious. His name actually yields from the graces of my co worker, Adam. Adam decided to name him that after going on a work trip with me. He kept hearing me gush on and on about the man I was seeing, always prefacing his name with “cute”.
As in, “Cute Jaron came over the other night and made me dinner” or “I’m so excited, Cute Jaron is taking me to see U2!”
It was only a matter of time before said coworker ditched “Jaron” and just started asking me how “Cute” was doing or when I had plans to see “Cute” next.
So, Cute it is.
While at my parents house, my two giggly, barely-teen nieces decided that Cute and I were adorable and that being adorable warranted constant harassment. They threw snaps at us, teased me about having a boyfriend, and asked us if they heard wedding bells in our future.
Actually, that last one was my mother’s doing. Little does she know, I’m only using him for sex.
At one point in the night, as we were all sitting down to watch my brother-in-law light fireworks, the giggle sisters confiscated a camera and went to town snapping pictures of us.
They were greatly amused by their handiwork. But none quite so much as this.
To be honest, I like it too.