He doesn't know my birthday but...

West and I were watching my new addiction, The Vampire Diaries, last night. I found it on Netflix, decided to check it out, and now am utterly hooked. We were watching one of the first episodes where the character Damon makes fun of the Twilight series and then something was said about reading Grisham. I started to laugh simply because John Grisham is my favorite author of all times. It started years ago when I was big into yard sales. I started picking up his paperbacks for a quarter. From there I just started buying them from book stores and now... I own them all, and just buy them as he writes them. So I started to laugh at the line, but what really surprised me was when West stated, "Hey! That's your favorite author!" I was shocked. "You don't know when my birthday is but you know my favorite author?"
I had him there. He's not a man for details. And I know this. He knows my birthday is immediately around the time of the superbowl, so even though he doesn't follow football, he knows that when they start advertising the superbowl, it's time to start finding me a birthday present. It works. So to hear that he had my favorite author down... as far as I'm concerned, that's all the proof I need that the man loves me.