The Man I Like to Call Boyfriend...

We went out to the new Mexican restaurant the other night. After I got nagged at for a FREAKING hour by his family about his diet. This is the wonderful man I love:

We got stuck in the bloody kids' room, surrounded by screaming brats. There were two behind Darren that were particularly bad. When they FINALLY decided to take the urchins home, they wound up standing at our table, unsupervised. They were right in Darren's face mooching like little animals, but this is where it gets good. I'm nice and wave, my boyfriend just keeps staring forward and trying to ignore them. They're dying for him to look at them and offer his food. What does he do? Takes the biggest chomp out of his taco of the whole evening and they turn back to mom and start crying "I'm huuuungryyyy!" This is the man I like to call boyfriend.