The jyst: I have to shave my legs every day for the rest of August, whereas The Prince has to do something romantic every day for the rest of August.
How did this happen, you ask? Let me tell you:
Me: "You never do anything romantic anymore."
The Prince: "You never shave your legs anymore."
And so, this new contest was born.
As an aside, don't go assuming that my legs are disgustingly hairy or anything- it's just that I like to take a few days off between shaving them, mostly because our shower is a death trap of steam and OH REMEMBER THAT TIME I PASSED OUT IN THERE? Yeah.
Anyway, last night, The Prince's romantic gesture was to take me down to the edge of the lake to watch the sunset.
We sat on a bench and watched the sky get all pretty and shit, and then, surprise, it got dark.
We kept sitting there, though, cuddling and holding hands, because, you know, romance.
I should mention, though, that I am terrified of this lake. Why? Because there's lots of gang activity where we live and they pull bodies out of the lake frequently.
I am not even shitting you right now.
At some point, I noticed a boat speeding across the lake.
Me: "Whoa, isn't it way too dark right now to be boating?"
The Prince: "Yeah, and especially at that speed. Dude is motoring."
Me: "He's slowing down out there... weird, he's totally stopping in the middle of the lake."
The Prince: "That's not that weird."
Me: "Um, stopping in the middle of the lake once it's really dark? We are absolutely witnessing a crime right now. Ten bucks says there's a body being hurled over the far side of that boat."
The Prince: "No way, it's still early. Too many people are out."
Me: "It's still too dark to see any body-hurlage."
The Prince: "Please, stop it. I'm trying to be romantic over here, and you're being crazy."
Me: "FINE, but when I get to work in the morning and the first thing I hear about is how they pulled another body out of the lake, we'll just SEE who wins this argument."
The Prince: "Ooooh my goodness. Come on, we're leaving. Let's go dip our toes in at the pier before we leave."
Me: "Oh HELL to the no. I'm not dipping my toes in dead body water. Nope nope nope."
The Prince: "You are IMPOSSIBLE."
Me: "But my legs are smooth!"