Marvelous Marvin

So I didn't know how to feel when I came home from work yesterday to find a large black man named Marvelous Marvin with long dreads inside my house rubbing down my half-naked girlfriend with assorted oils and lotions.

Even though I had arranged for the in-house massage, it still felt creepy.

It was Brianna's birthday and a friend that sits near me at work knew MM and we hooked up the massage deal. After a few crazy days at work, Brianna needed the stress relief.

Afterward, she got all dolled up and we went out to a fancy dinner at Oceana, one of the best restaurants on the island. I got the fillet. It was the best meal I've had since I've been here.

So after dinner, we returned home for a romantic evening and that's all I have to say about that.

Today, which is Brianna's B-Day (plus one), my good deeds continue. After my morning run, I stopped by the pharmacy to pick up her prescriptions, waited in line for 25 minutes at the post office to pick up her new bikinis and as soon as I'm done here, I will alter my travel arrangements for Saturday so my beautiful girlfriend can accompany me to St. Croix for the night.

The trip to St. Croix is for bizz. I'm covering the territory all-star basketball game, sponsored by Mr. Tim Duncan, and some StreetBallers named Hot Sauce and White Chocolate will be there. I can only imagine White Chocolate is Caucasian. Hot Sauce also goes by the name Frank's.

I put that shit on everything.

So am I the best boyfriend on the face of the planet? I would say so.

Massage for me? Nah, I tickle too easy. But maybe I should get my massage license. Then I can pay a vist to Marvelous Marvin's girlfriend and introduce myself as Amazing Aaron.