hold my hair

In every relationship, there are ways to tell you where you are at in that relationship. How do you feel about this person, what is the long term outlook, etc.

Typically, those things are centered around the most terrible parts of you and your humanity. The more you can be disgusting around that person without judgement, or barely even acknowledgement, the more committed you are. 

Poor Toby got to hold my hair last night... again.  

A few months ago I got food poisoning. While I had given up looking perfect around Toby all the time long ago, I hadn't quite been prepared for him to see me in all my food poisoning glory. He came in and asked if I was ok... I am pretty sure I didn't say anything, but he got the message. I then told him "Hold my hair". 

My fiance is a paramedic who deals with the most disgusting of stuff, so I am sure my little show was nothing, but I was so embarrassed just the same.  

Strangely, he didn't want to kiss me for a while... 

Last night we went to Disneyland, and I fared the rides alright, but the car... oh the evil car... 

Within about 10 minutes of leaving, I started feeling it. I am notorious for getting car sick. Ever since I was little, the car has been a torture device in my mind. Generally, I am never anything more than nauseous, so when he asked if I needed to pull over, I told him no. 

A little while later, he looked at me and said he thought we should pull over, and I quickly agreed and he pulled off onto a little road to a view point. 

Pulling over at a viewpoint, I yelled at him to stop the car. He then pointed out that we were still in the road. Something tells me that if we would have been in his car and not mine, he would have stopped in the middle of the freeway, but I digress. 

With an audience of people, overlooking a beautiful part of the ocean, I jumped out of the car and proceeded to "get rid of the nausea". Toby stood back in shock. Somehow, I think this was more surprising and shocking to him than the food poisoning, and I again said, "Hold my hair". 

When we got into the car, he offered me his left over horchata to drink from that morning... its the thought that counts, and apparently he thought I needed to clean out a little more... 

I looked at him in the car and told him that I was nothing but trouble. A few weeks ago, I jumped on his back and split my lip wide open. The night we became "official", we were being flirty and running through Cuvier Park in La Jolla and I slipped and fell flat on my butt and messed up my tailbone and couldn't sit right for three months. 

I am nothing but trouble... 

Toby however looked over at me and told me I was nothing but a blessing. 

He still wouldn't kiss me though...