I was checking my e-mail tonight and Bing came in smiling, hand behind her back.
"I have a little surprise for you!" she said.
I smiled back. What could it be?
Did she FINALLY get the next Dexter DVDs?
A perfect rose? (Stupid guess since she doesn't believe in giving flowers, has NEVER given me flowers, but has planted some for me...)
A crisp 100 dollar bill? (Another stupid guess. Bing can pinch a penny until it bleeds.She doesn't just hand out money.)
A restaurant coupon? (MUCH more up her alley. She pretty much refuses to dine out unless we have a gift card or a coupon for at least 5$ off...Don't smirk. I'm dead ass serious, dudes.)
A sweet card? (She IS good at getting me cards, but tends to put them on my pillow or tape them to the bathroom mirror or on the dashboard of my car.)
A perfect rock that she found on her walk?
Jewelry? (I repeat, she doesn't bandy around money loosely, but she has given me a gorgeous amethyst ring, a jade bracelet and a necklace with a tiny ruby on it.)
"What???" I asked, smiling flirtatiously.
She set a card on the table next to me. At first I thought it was a new credit card. But...no. It was, it was, it was....
An AARP card.
"I thought we could both use them to get really good health and insurance deals," she said, happily.
"I mean, they have incredible deals. Hotel rooms, airfare, you name it. And all because we are over age 50!"
She noticed my face fall and because she is Bing, she just didn't get it.
"Honey, let me get my catalog," she went on. "I'll show you all the great deals we are eligible for now!"
That's my Bing. A romantic to the core. So hot blooded and full of adoration.
Did I tell you about the time that she got me a bed bug wrap for our mattress on one of our anniversaries? (Actually, I was pretty into it. A friend of ours had recently been to hell and back when her son brought home bed bugs from a boy scout camp out when he shared a room with 20 other boys and their sleeping bags. It took them thousands and thousands of dollars and THREE months to rid their home of those pests, so I was grateful for a giant baggie to put our mattress in since we both developed a terror of bed bugs that was truly obsessive.)
And one year, she got me a foot massager for Christmas. Plus a very special pan to make omelets. Except, I had never made an omelet, nor wanted to make one.
Bing is not romantic, but she is mine.
And now we get 5 bucks off our dinners if we go for the early bird special at IHOP.
If that isn't true love, I just don't know what is.....