couplehood. or perhaps coupledom.

i was alone for a loooong time before d. so naturally, during this looong period of time, there was only one person i thought of - me. add to that the fact that i was never the caring, nurturing type like tracy to begin with and you get me in really awkward situations with my boyfriend.

the most recent of which happened in the foodcourt where after buying our food together, he goes off to get water and i go to get utensils and we meet back in the table where he has two glasses of water, one for him and one for me, and i have my spoon and my fork and he, of course, has none.

so he looks at me from across the table with frustration and, i have to say, a little hurt in his eyes, and he asks "you didn't get for me?." I shrink a little, make weird awkward noises like "aheee," stand up and quickly get him his utensils.

i then spend the next 10 minutes proving that i am a proper girlfriend by getting him more water and such.

i have also forgotten to introduce him a couple of times BUT, in my defense, thats really just me having bad manners more than anything. I really dont have social graces talaga despite my cora dolorosa short course education.

so anyway, having said that, i think the other stuff that makes one a half of a couple, i've sort of embraced. and while i may never peel his shrimps for him, he can always get anything he wants from my plate.

and people who really know me know how big that is.

and people who really dont, please dont touch the food on my plate.