sometimes (well, honestly? most of the time) i sit (stew!) in the middle of traffic and begin to think about me and pat.

i love reading, he hates reading.
he loves watching movies, i can do without movies.
he lives on coke (the softdrink, mind you!) and i drink any softdrink EXCEPT coke.
i absolutely love the mall, whether it be full of people or not, and he just hates it.
he likes he nike huarache, i don't get why they're supposed to be pretty to begin with.
he's s-files, i'm the buzz.

the list is long. and because of the many things on that list, it's inevitable that we get into nasty little fights. it came to the point that saturday was "fight day".

and they said opposites attract.

phooey.

but at the end of the day, what's important is that both of you love each other and are willing to work things out. while i was freaking out on the phone being pissed and all, he made me laugh by laughing at my anger and saying "i love you" until i simmered down. when he was freaking out and stomping his hand on the wheel, i slid over his side (thank god for the ford explorer seats which, well, allow you to slide over) and just held his hand till he calmed down.

and you realize that differences and all, you've got things in common too: popcorn & chips at the movies, preference for hugging over kissing, and ice cream. we both love ordering the same thing wherever we eat, and we both love fridays (sometimes). we're close to our parents and we both don't have huge barkadas we go out with weekends. we both like lounging around at home and he doesn't mind if we're supposed to be together but he's stuck watching basketball in the kitchen and me watching something else in my room. we've got a good thing going, and in this day and age when even finding a date is difficult, i'm lucky.

very lucky.