When I have big events coming up, like a birthday party or a girl's weekend road trip or a vacation, I get so excited in the days leading up to that event that I feel like I may explode. Then when the actual event arrives, I find myself getting sadder and sadder for every hour that ticks off the clock. I spend the entire day/weekend/week thinking about how much time I have left with my friends, how much longer I have left at this party, how many days until I have to leave the beach or leave my family.
And when that time comes that the event or trip is finally over, and I have to say my goodbyes, I drop into a level of sadness that can't be fixed by shopping or even pizza delivery. I desperately didn't want to go back to normal, boring mundane life. The life I had for the first several months after moving to Dallas. The life where I wake up at 6:30am, shower, go to work, sit in rush hour from 5:00pm - 5:45pm, finally get home, go to work out or watch tv, eat dinner, go to bed.... followed by weekends that didn't include any plans other than maybe the mall and dog park if I was feeling wild and crazy.
So yeah, you know that feeling when you have so much excitement over something, and you don't ever want that excitement to end? That is exactly the way this boy makes me feel every single day. He makes me feel so absurdly excited about my life, and I just don't ever want it to end.
Oh yeah, did I mention there is a boy in my life right now and not just heart eyed emoji vagueness?
It's weird too, because I've never felt like this before. I've never been the girl to jump around, get all giddy and talk non-stop about a boy. I've never been the girl to be so honest. I just want to tell him everything. I want him to know everything. I want him to know the stupid thought that has popped in my head. I want him to know my past. I want him to know everything about my past, the good and the bad.
Life is beyond good right now. He should probably be the blogger because he always has the perfect sweet thing to say to just slap a goofy smile on my face. What can I even say right now other than, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world to have found this kid.
I'm rambling because I didn't know how to address this post with you guys -- obviously seeing as I've been making y'all wait forever and only using heart eyed emojis! But bottom line here is that I'm one happy girl and I don't care who knows it! Hashtag boom!
Well, this aforementioned boy doesn't want his picture or name on Le Venus Trapped in Mars (yes, VTIM is of French origin, everyone knows that). I know it may be shocking to us to hear that not everyone wants to put all of the information on the internet... I mean, he doesn't even have Facebook (wtf?!).
So no pictures, no names... what should I call this kid on the blog? Which leads us to the title of this post. If you've ever seen the show The League, also known as the greatest show on tv, also known as the show that premiers season 6 tonight at 10pm EST on FXX, then you'll know the name Chalupa Batman.
Backstory if you want it: the main couple is having a baby. The show is all about fantasy football, and long story short, the naming rights of their baby manage to get traded for the first pick in their Fantasy Football draft. So Taco, the character who earned said naming rights, names the couple's baby Chalupa Batman.
I have no idea why I want to call my boyfriend Chalupa Batman on this blog, but it occurred to me the other day when I was driving over to his house and I think it is hilariously funny, and 100% better than using the word boyfriend or boy or bae, or snuffleupagus every time. So, Chalupa Batman is what we're going with. Well, until I can finally get him to come around and let me post names and pictures... fingers crossed!
So there we go, please direct all interrogation to the comment box.