Friday, 12 August 2011

  • He Still Loved Me After I Ate His Peanut Butter Cupcake

    My Really Outstanding Boyfriend has this insane obsession with peanut butter. If he doesn't have it for more than a day, he gets these cravings for it. He puts it in cookie batter, oatmeal, celery, pancakes, cake mix, on toast, and pretty much anything he can imagine it will taste good on.

    I was on my way to his apartment last week and wanted to surprise him with a large peanut butter cupcake. We were at Crumbs the week before and he was really disappointed that they didn't have any peanut butter cupcakes for sale at the moment, so I wanted to be responsible for his first peanut butter cupcake encounter.

    While I was at the bakery, I also bought him a shortbread cookie decorated with the Mets logo (don't hate!) since it's his favorite baseball team. It was late and I had eaten an extremely early dinner. My stomach was growling. I was riding the Subway, trying to read Great Expectations, but really thinking about how I would survive the 45 minute ride to his apartment without sin. Yes, he would liken eating this peanut buttery treat to sin, even if it wasn't in his possession yet.

    I couldn't resist... I pulled both the cookie and cupcake out of the bag and thought, "which is prettier?" The Mets cookie looked more intricate, so I put that bag in the bag. I opened up the container to the peanut butter cupcake and took a shameless bite. It was unbelievably delicious. And then I felt bad that his cupcake had a large part missing from it.

    I got to his doorstep and went up to his room, telling him I had a surprise for him. I pulled out the cookie (with which he was impressed) first and then the incomplete cupcake.

    "SORRY. I was so hungry!"

    He looked at the cupcake, eying what was left of the peanut butter icing intently and said, "that's okay! You would take a bite out of my surprise cupcake," laughing at my lack of self-control.

    "Actually... I'm starving. Can I take another bite?" I asked him.

    I saw the look of pain on his face. He felt a little part of him melt away. "Sure..."

    Nomnomnom. I took another big bite because it was so damn delicious.

    "NOOO. NOT THE ICING. LEAVE THE ICING. GIVE ME THAT!" he yelled playfully, trying to grab at it. He was craving his peanut butter fix and I was teasing him by eating what he loves most. Bad girlfriend ;(

    I must have looked really hungry because he then said (with a dramatic sigh), "you can have it if you want it. There will be more peanut butter cupcakes to come..."

    He's got lots of love for me if he will surrender something peanut-buttery to me. We shared the rest of it, even though I had devoured more than half already.

    On a more serious note, some other ways I know my R.O.B. loves me:

    - He stayed an entire weekend with me when I had a 103 degree fever, couldn't talk, and had a severe respiratory infection. I tried to stick out my sickness during this particular school week because I had an exam, and was only going to leave my dorm to go to that one class. My roommate had gone home for the weekend, and without asking to, he texted me saying he was coming over. He helped me sit up and eat (I was that weak) and bought me soup, staying with me for three nights. I was coughing violently, and each time I woke up from a coughing fit he rubbed my back a little bit and wiped my face with a wet towel.

    - He lets me wipe my face all over his shirt sleeve after I'm upset. My university is made up of five different campuses and you take buses around if you want to go from campus to campus. I was really upset one night and he made the trek to my campus from his to comfort me. I was wailing in the laundry room so no one in my dorm would hear me, and there are no tissues around... so he let me cry all over his t-shirt and wiped my nose with his sleeve. It was such a Garden State moment.

    And one more silly food related reason:

    - He doesn't get mad when I eat the last pancake at breakfast. I'm not really a morning person, and when I'm exhausted from doing work all night at school I just don't want to get up. My R.O.B. is diligent with his morning routine--gets up, goes for a run, showers, and then makes breakfast. Every morning he asks me to come help him make pancakes and I always mutter "I will" before dozing off to sleep. He'll text me, try to call me, and come back into the room multiple times and I still won't wake up. When I finally get to the kitchen, I dig in with gusto. He laughs at how much I can eat, and tells me I can have the last pancake if I really want it.

    What are some things that make you realize how much your SO loves you?

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    • About Me: My name means "daybreak" and I'm usually awake to watch the sunrise every morning. I'm a college student, obsessive tea drinker, and contemporary dancer. My first love was the piano before I learned how to love people. I love my R.O.B.--Really Outstanding Boyfriend--who gets just as excited as I do over antique books, soft-baked cookies, and Sporcle.
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