This morning I was a bit overly giddy, because it was my girlfriend’s roommate’s birthday and I had gotten her a present. Amy Steves is her name and 24 is her new age, although it’s not much of a milestone in the eyes of the law.
Anyway, I got her a Toledo Rockets hat made by my favorite hat company, ’47. The University of Toledo is her alma mater, so I thought it quite an awesome gift, if I may say so. I was in Courtney’s room this morning when I heard Amy go into the bathroom to get ready for work. This was my chance!
I picked up the hat and hid it behind my back like a boyfriend in trouble does with followers for his significant other. I opened the door and peeked around the corner into the bathroom.
“Happy birthday!” I said in what was probably a creepy voice/face.
“Aww, thanks!” She said.
When I give people things, I think it’s funny in a cheesy way (although it probably isn’t funny) to act like I sneezed and it came out of my nose. I’ve been stuffy with allergies, so when I “sneezed” as Amy turned away to pick something up, she thought I was still sick.
“Awww, do you need to get in here?” she said sympathetically.
Not only did she miss the point of my sneeze, but she offered up her bathroom for me. This meant that I’ve been over so much that she was unconsciously equating her bathroom time with my bathroom time in her own apartment. What an incredibly sweet lady, she is. What a bum I am.
“Ah-choo!” I tried again and this time she noticed.
“Aww, Pumpkin!” We have pet names for each other, a game usually reserved for boyfriend and girlfriend.
She then thanked me and gave me a hug, asking if I got it for her because Toledo is “going to beat Ohio State this weekend.” Fat chance, Amy, but here’s to a happy birthday for the coolest girlfriend roommate there is.
I really need to stop using their bathroom.