There was another problem with Angel of course, and she didn’t mean the undead-and-drinks-blood thing. There was a time she would have thought him stunning, when she might well have chased after him, but all that had changed one sunny afternoon a couple of years ago. Throughout high school, she’d been one of the popular crowd, she’d only dated the best looking guys, and they’d all fulfilled that exact ideal of how they were supposed to look. That was why she and Ed had been on the wrong foot for so long; as he flew completely in the face of that ideal. The long, dark hair, the pale skin, they just weren’t seen as a good thing in California.
But that had been when she had known, when he had finally agreed to cut his hair, just as she had always been telling him to do. She remembered how she’d had to tear the town apart to find him, and there he was, sitting in the queue at the barbers, and then she’d begged him to forget everything she said and, and not cut a single hair on his head. And then he’d smiled, and she’d had a feeling he’d been bluffing all along, and that was how they’d stayed. She still told him at least three times a week to cut his hair, and he still refused, and that was how they liked it.
She could probably read something Freudian into it, she did have a psychology degree after all, and it would no doubt say that she had initially formed an irrational dislike of Ed because she was secretly attracted to him, despite him going against her traditional aesthetic ideals, and so found him puzzling, or was angry at herself and transferring it onto him. Then again, maybe it was the way they had both taken such perverted joy in driving the other to distraction. In fact, they still did.
That, she felt, was how things were meant to be. The guys she used to go out with had tended to either try to play it cool, and end up as assholes, or take things way too seriously and just go on about how much she meant to them. Which was sweet and wonderful, and in theory a great thing. Only, it wasn't fun. Romance certainly had its time and place, she thought, remembering the meal Ed had cooked her the previous Valentine's Day, but they'd balanced that out by then spending 18 hours in bed, and then having a pillow fight.
But life with Ed was always fun, and never failed to make her smile. She thought back to when they first got together, when she spent the night 'round his, having just broken up with James that same evening. She'd slept beside Ed in bed, and they'd both kept their distance, with him trying to work out if he should kiss her or not, worrying that it would be taking advantage, and her trying to decide if it would be to soon if he did. And the next morning they'd woken up and he'd kissed her lips so softly, and the kiss was the innocent sort that said that he cared about her, and that everything would be ok. And then they'd looked into each others' eyes, and the next kiss hadn't been nearly so reserved. And then he'd realised that his eyes held tears of joy, and she didn't think he was alone in that. She'd had to leave shortly afterwards for class, but before she did so she'd asked him if he was happy, and he had asked her the same. They had both simply smiled in response.