Tax Season

Last weekend, I was elated that my auditor boyfriend, Matt, had Saturday off.  We spent the day in D.C. with a close friend of ours, D.J., at Drink the District and then had a double dinner date with D.J. and his girlfriend, Anna, afterwards.  

Dating an auditor from January 2 to April 15 is emotionally taxing (hardy har har).  Our first tax season together was awful,  the second was bearable, and this is our third which felt like a breeze.  I guess spending my Saturday mornings cuddling with my cat, Priscilla, has helped.  

While at dinner, I learned how anxious some of the girlfriends in the group were about getting married and I, on the hand, who is currently upset with my boyfriend because he used my Paul Mitchell Lemon Sage Thickening Conditioner to jerk off in the shower this morning without asking, do not share the same sentiment.  Granted, I am turning 28 this year and I should feel the urges to settle down but the feeling comes in waves.  Sometimes I want to get married and most of the time I want to leave a footprint.  

I have been with my boyfriend for a significant amount of time - five years in June - I don't question that we aren't compatible.  We don't have anything in common and we are total opposite but we compliment each other.  I guess what I am trying to say with a bunch of relationship-y words is that I love him and he loves me.  I don't care if we get married or have kids.  I am happy and that is all that really matters.  

However, accumulating make-up and hanging out with my extremely annoying cat helps too.