"boyfriend" sweatshirt.

i have someone that i want you to meet. someone that is near and dear to my heart. please meet, my "boyfriend" sweatshirt.



now girls, please admit it. it is something that we all do [don't try to pretend like you don't]. you go over to your boyfriend's house, "forget" your sweatshirt, borrow one of his...and then he never sees it again. it is big, old, and smells delightful. it accompanies you home, and it becomes your favorite piece of apparel to lounge around the house/sleep in. we all do it. it is simply the girl thing to do. and boys, if you simply give your significant other one of your old sweatshirts, it would make our lives much easier.

now, some of you may seem a bit confused, thinking that i do not have a boy to steal a sweatshirt from, and you are correct. let me tell you the story behind this sweatshirt...

one day, my partner katie and i were driving down the streets of inglewood and were stopped at a stop light. we look over, and there is a man waving his hands franticly, trying to get our attention. katie rolls down the the driver's window slowly [we are inglewood people, part of me was thinking that i was going to get shot...], and a man hands us a big blue old mccormick sweatshirt, and informs us that a guy left this at his house when he had called 911. the man then got back into his car, and drove away. we looked at each other, thinking "what on earth just happened?", and then fell in love with the sweatshirt. we said that we were going to "share it" [after many many washings of course]. katie got it first. she kept it for a few months, and then surprised me with it when i finished my first full year of nursing school, that was nearly a year ago, and i still have the sweatshirt... i have fallen in love with it. it had become that piece of clothing that provides comfort, happiness, and a sense of love. weird, i know. but sometimes when i wear it, it reminds me of the feeling of a real boyfriend sweatshirt...that feeling of belonging. that feeling of home. so sorry katie, i hate to break it to you, but you probably aren't going to get another turn with the sweatshirt for a while. it is big, old, warn, smells delicious, and makes me feel loved.