Pretty fly for a chinese guy

Madness within the first year....

The BF and I hung out on Wednesday to celebrate the BIRTH (I have an adversity towards the word Anniversary) of our first date three years ago. If I had known that we would last this long, I would have changed the date of our first outing so that it would not coincide with 4-20! Actually, we were both somewhat high and delusional as I was drugged up on my amoxycillin and the BF stepped on some dog poo by Coal Harbour park. After attempting to rub his shoe against the grass to rid of the poo, I took a little tree twig and proceeded to scrape the chunks o' poo off his shoe. It was TRES romantic and a real test of our love. haha. GAG. But this poo incident basically sums up our relationship in the past few years. No, life has not been shitty at all with the BF but Wednesday's adventure is pretty bang on in terms of the cheap, but special, kicks that we derive out of our time together. This may not strike some as the most exciting way to spend quality time together, but we enjoy it, in fact, we thrive on the not-so-classy and totally embarrassing moments of our relationship....well, at least I do!

My friends (yup, all three of them) know how the story of Drabbister and Psion5mx began so I won't go into the details here, but the BF and I occasionally like to "reflect" back on the good old times; particularly, that one fine day at Strath where what initially began as a ploy to get some website design help from the BF, turned into a really awkward conversation that involved the word "hot." Wow, I'm proud of myself! Damn straight I am because both the BF and I realized that if I had not said what I said, we would have never gone out....Obviously because I was too cool for him and he would have been too busy sipping his Cristal at some stuffy joint downtown chatting it up with other suits about the Liberal sponsorship scandal! (oh wait, the scandal had not happened yet...LOL!!)

All jokes aside, I have major respect for the BF as one of the greatest human beings I have ever met. I give credit to him for being a "suit" with a social conscience and a sense of humor. There are too many hilarious little details and great stories that I can tell you about the BF but then I'd be blogging til the cows come home. It has been nothing but good times, with of course, the usual difference of opinions here and there (ie. I refuse to ever eat spaghetti with egg or live with his pet bird or arguing over $2.25 hot-dogs in Toronto) but for the most part, the BF makes me pretty darn happy. He keeps me relatively sane and is not afraid to ask me "what's your problem? who peed in your soup?" when I revert into my bi-polar-fuck-you mode.

I'm glad we're together! I'm glad he didn't diss me or tell me he was married with 1.7 children when I asked him to "hang out" three years ago. He's a good man and terribly dorky which just tickles me silly to know that he's mine. Fuck you all, I know I'm disgusting.