Best BF In The World
Jan. 12th, 2008 12:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
adivaSeriously.
My boy may be emotionally flat at times, but he delivers when it matters. (Note: I may be a bit drunk right now so I apologize for any rambling, ranting or nonsensicalness...)
I had a bad day today. Lots of reasons - the two foremost being my mother and work. Maybe not in that order. Anyway, I come home and thought, "Oh dear. [The boy] doesn't care about me; he hasn't called." So I called a friend to bitch. Not even one minute in and the boy calls. So I answer the call. He says he has good news and bad. The bad news is that he's not feeling well so he wants to go to bed early by himself tonight. Fine. Good news is that he wants to spend as much time with me as possible this weekend so assuming that he feels better tomorrow, we can walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and eat at Grimaldi's.
So we start discussing details. Before I get too far, I feel a major emotional breakdown coming on so I ask if I can call him back. 10 minutes of sobbing later, he texts me: "Now you have me worried. :( call back soon please..."
How can a girl resist that?! So of course, I call and tell him in my crying voice: "You don't have to worry." He then says he's willing to come over to make me feel better. I assure him that it's not necessary. So he says, "Do you want to talk about it?" Of course I feign not wanting to talk about it before launching into a 45 minute rant about everything that's wrong with my life. Okay, I admit it. I'm a fucking girl. Whatever.
Anyways, the point is, 1) he listened. 2) He was willing to sacrifice himself to come over. 3) I've had more than a few beers. All of this combined means I feel butterflies in my stomach and more than ever, I think this guy may be it. I'm not going to say it, but I will say it rhymes with "A Ton". If you don't get that, then I officially declare that you and I, whoever you are, are not on the same level. We don't see eye to eye, someone would lose if we were mano y mano. You get the idea.
All I'm saying is that he knows he's lucky to have someone like me who is okay with his somewhat robotic nature. I, on the other hand, am lucky to have someone who is genuine and really cares about me. I didn't think these things were possible, but now? I just don't know. (Or do I???)
Accck. I love him. I feel so awkward, confused and ecstatic at the same time. I guess I should have one more beer. Glug, glug, glug.
My boy may be emotionally flat at times, but he delivers when it matters. (Note: I may be a bit drunk right now so I apologize for any rambling, ranting or nonsensicalness...)
I had a bad day today. Lots of reasons - the two foremost being my mother and work. Maybe not in that order. Anyway, I come home and thought, "Oh dear. [The boy] doesn't care about me; he hasn't called." So I called a friend to bitch. Not even one minute in and the boy calls. So I answer the call. He says he has good news and bad. The bad news is that he's not feeling well so he wants to go to bed early by himself tonight. Fine. Good news is that he wants to spend as much time with me as possible this weekend so assuming that he feels better tomorrow, we can walk across the Brooklyn Bridge and eat at Grimaldi's.
So we start discussing details. Before I get too far, I feel a major emotional breakdown coming on so I ask if I can call him back. 10 minutes of sobbing later, he texts me: "Now you have me worried. :( call back soon please..."
How can a girl resist that?! So of course, I call and tell him in my crying voice: "You don't have to worry." He then says he's willing to come over to make me feel better. I assure him that it's not necessary. So he says, "Do you want to talk about it?" Of course I feign not wanting to talk about it before launching into a 45 minute rant about everything that's wrong with my life. Okay, I admit it. I'm a fucking girl. Whatever.
Anyways, the point is, 1) he listened. 2) He was willing to sacrifice himself to come over. 3) I've had more than a few beers. All of this combined means I feel butterflies in my stomach and more than ever, I think this guy may be it. I'm not going to say it, but I will say it rhymes with "A Ton". If you don't get that, then I officially declare that you and I, whoever you are, are not on the same level. We don't see eye to eye, someone would lose if we were mano y mano. You get the idea.
All I'm saying is that he knows he's lucky to have someone like me who is okay with his somewhat robotic nature. I, on the other hand, am lucky to have someone who is genuine and really cares about me. I didn't think these things were possible, but now? I just don't know. (Or do I???)
Accck. I love him. I feel so awkward, confused and ecstatic at the same time. I guess I should have one more beer. Glug, glug, glug.
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Date: 2008-01-12 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-14 05:05 pm (UTC)AHAHAHA. You're not a girl, you're a princess. And I can say that (er, I hope) because I'm one too. This is why I don't get drunk when my boy and I are apart. I came to this conclusion after several incidents exactly like this one.
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Date: 2008-01-15 07:23 pm (UTC)i have gotten drunk while we were apart, but i can never bring myself to use the phone, even in a drunken state. otherwise,i'm sure i'd have more incidents as well.
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Date: 2008-01-15 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 07:24 pm (UTC)yay for the boy! boo for the stupid job!
Date: 2008-01-16 05:28 am (UTC)i love you lots!!!