If he were sober and I were ready I'd like to think we'd be curled up together with our dogs eating spaghetti and watching Lady and the Tramp. But since that's not possible** I may as well glitter up and dance the night away.
*That whole marriage thing has since been taken care of and they were already separated when we met. Home-wrecking isn't really my style.
**this is not possible not just because he's in jail and I'm having healthy boundaries (weird, right?) but also because he's much too much of a tough guy to watch cheesy romantic stuff. Really, we'd probably end up watching Death Proof or Let the Right One In. But only if he agrees to cover my eyes or let me burrow into his shoulder/neck/chest at the scary parts.