He told me that another woman once asked him why he always had his food to go. Somehow, it reminded me of our fifth (I think it was) date in Amsterdam on a Saturday, basking in the glorious pre-summer weather, when we had lunch at a sunny alfresco place near his flat, and he told me that a girl from that sandwich place asked him for his number hours before he met me that day. I asked if that woman was the girl who pissed me off. Thankfully it wasn't.
The point of this entry, though, is this: I said, 'Well, if I worked there and you came in once every 3 days, I would totally ask you for your number.'
I thought it was a pretty good line. But he bested me by saying, 'If you worked there, I would be there every day, and I would even sit in and work there.'
What a guy.
He spent the night in The Hague and walked me to work this morning. I wish every day could be like this: hand in hand with the man that I'm madly in love with, taking in the fresh air, and him kissing me goodbye a few steps away from the entrance to the Tribunal. Amazing stuff.
I've more or less decided to go to Amsterdam this Saturday despite the fact that the QLTS is next Thursday. Reason? The football. I didn't go to Amsterdam on Sunday for the Holland/Mexico game and I felt really sad that I wasn't with him. Watching it on a laggy stream and having noisy neighbours spoil the results for me (I heard people screaming 30 seconds before I saw Dutch goals on my computer) convinced me that I really wanted to be with him the next time. Luckily for me, the next Dutch match is at 10pm on Saturday, which means I'm gonna spend the whle day studying before rewarding myself with a trip to Amsterdam to be with my amazing boyfriend.
Best plan ever? I think so too.