Rude.

Evan and I started dating my senior year of high school. I was 17 and he was 15. We'd been friends since my junior year and had spent endless hours together at speech team competitions, play practices and hanging out at our many mutual friends houses.

So, when we officially started dating, there was a comfort of friendship already there. We knew each other's parents, he'd known my sister since fourth grade when they'd been in the same class. We'd been over to each other's houses a lot well before we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

When we were first dating, we'd spend a lot of time hanging out at each other's houses. I'd drive to his house for dinner (where Evan would be sad that I spent more time talking to his mom and his sister than him...he still gets sad about that, actually) or I'd go pick him up and we'd hang out at my house for a while. We'd do homework together or sit on the couch and he'd read the newspaper and I'd crochet (we have always believed in practicing our "old married people" habits). It was nice because we were perfectly happy doing absolutely nothing together. We're still like that.

One day, Evan was over and we were watching tv. My sister loudly proclaimed she was hungry and wanted a snack. I was sitting and crocheting happily. It occurred to me that my new boyfriend might be thirsty.

"Evan, are you thirsty?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you know where the kitchen is," and I turned back to my crocheting.

I heard my mom gasped and yell my name in her "I can NOT believe you just did that" voice. I looked up at her wondering what she was upset about. She had her eyebrows raised till they were about ready to climb off her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Gin, that was rude!"

"What was rude?!"

"You asked if he wanted a drink and then told him 'YOU KNOW WHERE THE KITCHEN IS!'"

I look over at my very new, very cute boyfriend to see his mouth hanging open at me.

I turned about 15 shades of red, jumped up off the couch and booked it for the kitchen asking, "Um...what do you want to drink? I can get it for you!!" I was mortified. I hadn't meant to be rude. I'd just wanted him to know that he didn't need to wait for me to get a drink for him to get one; he could make himself at home. Instead, I made myself sound like a jerk who wasn't going to be a polite host and get my guest (even if it was Evan) a drink.

Of course, my sister was laughing so hard at me that she couldn't talk or breathe.

I then heard Evan's deep voice respond, "Oh, no. Don't worry. I know where the kitchen is."

Needless to say, Evan has never forgotten that day. He has also never lets me forget it.

Today, when getting a tootsie pop for himself, I asked him to grab me one as well.

"Oh, you want one?"

"Yes, please!!!"

"Well, you know where the kitchen is."

Grr.