and the opposite of boku baba's problem
Poor little baba. She sits in the depths of despair over a boy she, er, likes a lot who doesn't like her. Meanwhile, poor Dougie over here puts up with so much of my crap, so much garbage that I feed him, stuff that would make any other guy throw his hands in the air and walk away... and he stays.
So, I didn't tell him about going skiing last week. I went with Nick, Brian, and Christina and it was totally awesome. And he, Dougie, was totally pissed off at me. 1, because he had no idea where I was, 2, because I didn't have my phone on, and 3, because it was the first long weekend either of us had had in a long time (three days off, in a row?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? NO WAY!!!) and we only spent a few hours of it together. He stayed angry at me for a total of about three seconds before he sort of sighed, shook his head, and very painfully asked that, "Next time, just a heads up, ok? Please?"
I think... I think I'm in serious danger of falling for this guy. Like, for real falling. Like, against my will -- I mean, seriously against my will. Ask Elena! I had decided to break up with him, like, three or four weeks ago. I would leave the house each night saying, "Tonight's the night!" and go over there and just be literally unable to do it. And now it's too late because now I don't want to anymore. Now, I'm thinking about planning stuff for us to do together -- which might not seem like a big thing but in my books, that's a BIG THING.
He puts up with so much from me. I hang out with other guys. I party with other guys. I play around (like play wrestle, play fight, etc.) with them. They're like brothers to me and it makes him extremely jealous but he doesn't tell me to stop or doesn't get angsty about it. He makes me laugh a lot, like all the time. He makes me feel so beautiful and wanted and -- man, I just said beautiful. Not some sort of shallow pretty or sexy feeling, but like bone-deep gorgeous. He says the sweetest things all the time. He looks out for me.
Yikes.
Yikes.
Yikes.
So, I didn't tell him about going skiing last week. I went with Nick, Brian, and Christina and it was totally awesome. And he, Dougie, was totally pissed off at me. 1, because he had no idea where I was, 2, because I didn't have my phone on, and 3, because it was the first long weekend either of us had had in a long time (three days off, in a row?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? NO WAY!!!) and we only spent a few hours of it together. He stayed angry at me for a total of about three seconds before he sort of sighed, shook his head, and very painfully asked that, "Next time, just a heads up, ok? Please?"
I think... I think I'm in serious danger of falling for this guy. Like, for real falling. Like, against my will -- I mean, seriously against my will. Ask Elena! I had decided to break up with him, like, three or four weeks ago. I would leave the house each night saying, "Tonight's the night!" and go over there and just be literally unable to do it. And now it's too late because now I don't want to anymore. Now, I'm thinking about planning stuff for us to do together -- which might not seem like a big thing but in my books, that's a BIG THING.
He puts up with so much from me. I hang out with other guys. I party with other guys. I play around (like play wrestle, play fight, etc.) with them. They're like brothers to me and it makes him extremely jealous but he doesn't tell me to stop or doesn't get angsty about it. He makes me laugh a lot, like all the time. He makes me feel so beautiful and wanted and -- man, I just said beautiful. Not some sort of shallow pretty or sexy feeling, but like bone-deep gorgeous. He says the sweetest things all the time. He looks out for me.
Yikes.
Yikes.
Yikes.