Reason #4501546463 That I Love A*

I am a self-diagnosed addict of reality TV, and I'm not afraid to admit it. I watch it all, from the crappiest crap to the regular crap. And since he lives there, and I am in control of the remote, A* is forced to watch all of these dumb shows with me. He pretends that he doesn't like them, but I catch him knowing names and facts. Anyways, one of my favorites is "America's Next Top Model". Love it.

Last night I went out for dinner with my dad and got home about 15 minutes past 8, which is the time that the show starts. I was a little bummed as I put my key in the door, because a lot can happen in that crucial first part of the show and I was worried that I missed something really good. When I entered the house, A* was on the couch, with America's Next Top Model on the TV.

He said, "I knew you would want to know what happened, so I watched it for you." And then he proceeded to tell me, in detail, exactly what had happened while I wasn't there. He knew names and facts, and by the time the next commercial break was over, I had my pajamas on and was all caught up.

Only love would make him watch America's Next Top Model.