Do These Kids Make Me Look Crazy?

Jack accused me of having a fear of commitment the other day.

I was all, “What are you talking about? I’ve worn these same sneakers for at least two years and I feel 90% certain that I’m not going to put the kids up for adoption.”

He’s like, “Um, you totally didn’t introduce me to your neighbors the other day as your boyfriend.”

Me, “I hate that word. Boyfriend. I feel like you’d have to start passing me notes and walking around with your hand tucked into the back pocket of my jeans. Plus, I didn’t want to explain you.”

Him, “That kind of hurts my feelings.”

Me, “What? Why?”

Him, “Because how hard is it to explain me? We’re dating. We’ve been dating for a while.”

Me, “I tell everyone we’re dating.  I just didn’t tell them because they’re super old and I think they might still be virgins.”

(silence)

Him, “That’s okay. I have enough commitment for both of us.”

So, this is me, being all commitment-y.

Pretend this post is written in bubble letters and a song by Journey is playing in the background.

He’d just better not tuck his hand into the back pocket of my jeans.