little bitty girl

Stefan, like all boys, doesn't usually listen to me. That's to say, he'll hear me chatter but sometimes not all the information filters in. That's not really unusual or insulting, as I wouldn't listen to me as well if I lived with me. I always feel like my brain is on "Operation Overtime" in comparison to those around me. Smells, sights, memories tend to trigger random tangents and I usually like to filter my thoughts out aloud (usually to those close around me, but mostly to Stefan) so it's no wonder that it's tough for the boy to follow.

Once Amy witnessed one of my random thoughts exchanges with Stefan during brunch. After I bounced around several topics ranging from politics, to medieval ideas of society, I finally came to my point. Stefan was nodding and giving me his opinions in his own quiet way when I glanced at Amy. She was all agog and just exclaimed,"What was that?!" to Stef. He just shrugged and said, "That's how she thinks. See how difficult my life can be?" and just kept on eating.

What I love though is that Stefan can usually decipher what I am saying through all the white noise. What I love best is that he listens in. I usually have the most to say when I barely say anything at all.

This past Thursday, Stefan told me he was taking me on a date on Friday for putting up with all the hockey this season. It seemed like a particularly long one this year and I was very vocal about my annoyance of it. The funny thing is that when his friends found out where he was taking me, they were sure that I had forced him to do it. Little do they know him. The man will never do anything when forced.

Stefan took me to Rodney's, an oyster house just two blocks away from us. One of the reasons why this date was so special was because I had mentioned a couple of weeks ago how much fun it would be to sit on the patio, have a glass of wine and a dozen freshly shucked oysters. I loved that he had heard that and acted on it. The most important reason why this date was particularly touching is that Stefan doesn't eat oysters, especially not raw ones. Even though Rodney's does served cooked food, it's very mediocre and there's not as much choice for the non-shellfish eater (which Stefan is).

However, he said that the look of absolute joy on my face and my frantic, happy descriptions of each variety's flavour was all the thanks he needed. I am very lucky indeed to have someone who, albeit does not share my love for food, understands that the way straight to my heart is through my belly.