Doctor Boyfriend has been pretty gracious so far, Gentle Reader, and I’ve therefore tried to keep him out of the glamorous limelight that my blog creates. However, The List trumps loyalty, love, and honor – the List trumps everything. Therefore, let me recount that time when I serenaded him in bed on my painted ukulele, Chordelia.
The Task: Serenade a lover in bed.
The Execution: Well, I’m awfully shy of playing in front of people. Actually, frankly, I’m just generally shy around people if I haven’t known them for a million years. Except strangers – I’m pretty confident around strangers. It’s when people fall in between that I have issues.
At any rate, I had Doctor Boyfriend at my place for once – my current living situation is such that that typically isn’t the best idea. But we made it work one night, and we had nice evening on the chaise watching what he – and he’s a bad movie buff, kids – calls the worst film he’s ever seen.
In the morning, I typically get up quite a bit earlier than Doctor Boyfriend – he’s a night owl, and while I am too, his late nights are generally later than mine. He drowsed; I made coffee and too much noise.
As I mucked around checking Facebook and so on, he said he had been wondering if I was going to play my ukulele for him. So I strummed it absently while we chatted, a little – I have a hard time maintaining a conversation while strumming – but I played out my repertoire while my boyfriend was in bed. It counts.
The Verdict: Meh? I like my boyfriend, and I like my ukulele, but I feel like I could have done a better job of playing for him if we hadn’t been talking.