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So, apparently last Monday marked the six months anniversary for me and my boyfriend. I had no idea of this, until he invited me over last night and thrust a very big teddy bear at me. I mean, very, very big. It takes up all the space in my armchair, and when I drove home I was tempted to fasten it with a seatbelt, since it's bigger than my 3-year-old cousin. Maybe even bigger than the 6-year-old one. Have to compare when they come over for Christmas.
This only proves my theory that in our relationship, he's the girl and I'm the guy. I drive a car; he's nervous to be in one. I know how to fill up the gastank; he doesn't. I watch James Bond; he doesn't. I never remember any anniversary dates; he does. When we're in a restaurant, I'm the one who asks for a table from the waiter and ask for the bill when we're finished, although I have to admit that he does pay it. Well, whatever works for us, I guess.
This only proves my theory that in our relationship, he's the girl and I'm the guy. I drive a car; he's nervous to be in one. I know how to fill up the gastank; he doesn't. I watch James Bond; he doesn't. I never remember any anniversary dates; he does. When we're in a restaurant, I'm the one who asks for a table from the waiter and ask for the bill when we're finished, although I have to admit that he does pay it. Well, whatever works for us, I guess.