The Bar’s in Hell: Asking ‘How Are You?’ Like It’s Revolutionary
Spoiler: It’s not, but damn if it doesn’t feel like winning the laziness lottery.
Oh, sure, he balks at the idea of twinning in matching jackets like we’re some cutesy couple from a rom-com, but slap some permanent ink on his skin? Yeah, that’s a total no-brainer. Men - eternally baffling, aren’t they? 😏
And let’s talk about that rock-bottom bar for romance: A guy actually bothering to ask, “How are you?” instead of the lazy-ass “WYD.” Groundbreaking, right? The standards are practically buried in the ninth circle of hell.
Enter Rod Maldaner who basically face-planted into my existence right when I was scraping the bottom of my personal dumpster fire. I’m not exaggerating - timing couldn’t have been more impeccably awful if he’d planned it.
But oh, wait for it… he hits me with “You’re the most intriguing, amazing human I’ve ever met.” Cue the eye roll.
Me? I just shrug and go, “Nah, I’m just Bre.” He loathed that humility schtick, and honestly, he still does. Tough luck, buddy.
Yet every damn time he’d pop the “How are you?” question while we’re in the same room, I’d sling my arms around his neck and purr, “Better Now.” It became our little ritual. Clingy? Maybe. But it stuck like gum on a hot sidewalk.
Better Now. Sounds cheesy as hell, doesn’t it? But dig a little, and it’s got layers deeper than your average Instagram quote.
Babe - yeah, my life’s marginally less of a trainwreck with you in it. You don’t just slink off to the shadows while I hog the glow; nope, you’re the one cranking up the spotlight, making me feel like I’m the star of my own bad reality show and honestly? I wouldn’t trade that chaos for anything less messy. Here’s to more ink, fewer jackets, and keeping that bar just low enough to trip over.
The biggest thank you to Esther Duval of Duval Studios for our tattoos.