Star Wars Wars

Let’s explain the above. It started way back a long time ago in a galaxy far far far away when Cowboy and I first started dating.

We had this conversation about how Star Wars is his favorite movie and how if he was stranded on an island (with a television, dvd player and electricity) he could watch any of the movies on a never ending loop.

Another conversation we had was about how cool some upcoming Star Wars video game was going to be (not the above Lego version) but some other game. Supposedly the characters were going to move more like-like on the screen and Cowboy could not wait.

All this Star Wars talk would lead someone to believe that he was the type camping out in his Jedi costume when the movies came out, right? Riiight.

On a trip to Houston for my previous job, I shopped and found him a gift. I always shopped on business trips. There is nothing like that high of shopping in stores that you don’t have in your own hometown and I must admit what we lack in stores in Dallas, Houston definitely makes up for, 100 times over. That town has some shops.

I bought Cowboy the coolest Star Wars shirt, ever. And when I say cool I mean it. I’m not talking some dorky ewok looking thing. No, this shirt was designed by Mark Ecko and it was, in my opinion bad ass. I would wear the shirt. And I do not follow Star Wars anything. When I gave Cowboy the shirt, he was less than thrilled. He gave it one look and was like, “no”. He thought it was way too dorky. Not the shirt itself just the idea of wearing something with Star Wars on it. He thought people would look at him and put him in that nerd category. And let me just say, if I wear a X Files t-shirt, and people put me in that category, do it, I’d be glad for someone to think that I was that with it because I’m loving me X Files but I never really fully understand it. To be put in that category would be an honor.

Back to the t-shirt, I wasn’t hurt that I had to return it. I probably muttered, oh, well in the situation and moved on. But that t-shirt has become an on-going joke in our household ever since. Whenever we get gift from the other person, there is the comment, “is it a Star Wars t-shirt?” hee hee.

When I really love to bring it up is each and every time Cowboy mentions anything Star Wars. The boy talks about it half the time. I’m sure he is probably part of some fan club or maybe the president of one. And every time he brings it up, I must bring up the t-shirt. One day, he almost had enough and exclaimed that he wished he just kept it.

Then, on a different day, when I was all about Star busting his butt, he told me that since I think he is such a Star Wars fan that I haven’t seen anything, yet. He has threatened to buy a Star Wars comforter set for our bed. This is not a threat. If that’s what he wants on his bed, go ahead. Bring it.

Ever since the t-shirt I haven’t dared buy him anything to do with Star Wars. Until now. His threat has become a little out of control – along with comforter set; he says he will also get us a dining set of plates and bowls, there will be Star Wars posters and role playing. He is taking it way too far and I must fight back. Above pictured is his birthday present.

I was going to buy him a really nice watch from my previous employer – but F that! That can wait for Christmas. I am sure after his birthday he will never tease or threaten again. Actually, I’m not sure about that because hello, one is an Xbox game, the other are cuff links (from Etsy!).
If he gets embarrassed to own either one, he has a problem, not me.