I met the Rove family. . .

JKR ran a fantastic half marathon Saturday morning while I had a weird dream in our hotel room about how I was living in a treehouse. What could it all mean? He ran 13 miles in one hour fifty, was in the top third of runners and has a shattered knee from an old sports injury. I realize that I paint his picture to be pure stud muffin, and in my mind he is--but in reality, this is also a man who needs to be repeatedly reminded over the course of a day to zip up his fly. He forgets. He tried to walk down an up escalator and almost face-planted in the Metro. His shoes are always untied. His socks are inside out. I introduced him to Jersey Shore on Saturday and had to explain what the Situation meant when he referred to the ratio of hot dogs vs. hot dog buns in a club. After we watched two episodes of a Shore marathon he said "these people are so stupid. When is this on again?" It all pretty much makes me love him more. He's awesome and we laugh all the time.

I was genuinely worried that his family wouldn't like me and wouldn't think I was good enough-mostly because I introduced their smart and talented son to Jersey Shore and coax him into burping contests on the regular. I feel like dating me might be like dating Booger from Revenge of the Nerds, except I am pretty on the outside. JKR is someone who has worked on Capitol Hill and talks to Congressmen (although with his fly down). It intimidates me, although luckily I don't exactly know for sure who half the people he's talking (ranting) about are. I mean, it's not like I am some illiterate bumpkin and besides, I don't even like any of these politicians. They are actually Democrats, by the way, so JKR isn't the most accurate moniker, but he is a strategist and party "ideas" are positively disturbing on both sides. Ohh Ralph Nader how I miss you. . .

His family was lovely, and much like mine, made multiple references to the various digestive issues they each have (it's a Jewish thing). It was a relief to like them, and be liked because if there is one thing I am not good at, it's pretending to like someone. I can't make small talk, fake a smile, or pretend to be interested in your stupid job/bird/kids/lawn ornaments. We had a great time in DC, had two meals with his parents and little sister, his fly was up and I don't remember dropping any f-bombs. Success!