Moments in which my life feels like a House episode
Steve and I ate dinner with his parents and played cards afterwards. He kicked my ass and I wasn't happy about it because I'm competitive and he knows it and egged me on and he's a jerk but ANYWAY, afterwards he was trying to kiss me and I, pretending to be all upset and shit about losing, wasn't allowing it. Then he tried to 'put the moves' on me since he knew I was playing all hard to get, all of this being in a joking, fun manner, and then I sort of called him out on his moves kind of sucking (since they kind of do, poor boy. I went after him in high school) and why on earth wasn't he kissing me yet?
Me: It's like you don't even want to kiss me.
Him: I ALWAYS WANT TO KISS YOU.
Which of course ruins the moment because I'm smiling and flailing because he said a line right out of a House episode and didn't even know it so it wasn't intentionally corny, it just made my night and kind of made my life.
Then I flailed some more, wrote, "I HAVE TO WRITE THIS IN MY LIVEJOURNAL," and here I am.
Me: It's like you don't even want to kiss me.
Him: I ALWAYS WANT TO KISS YOU.
Which of course ruins the moment because I'm smiling and flailing because he said a line right out of a House episode and didn't even know it so it wasn't intentionally corny, it just made my night and kind of made my life.
Then I flailed some more, wrote, "I HAVE TO WRITE THIS IN MY LIVEJOURNAL," and here I am.