Day 33

Day 33 of having a boyfriend. I love that we can disagree on stuff and it doesn't become a slanging match, or cause for a shut out, or some other form of passive aggressive shite or in fact a full blown argument. I love that we can debate ideas and exchange points of view safely, without judgement and without narky carry on. A little concerned this may mean we are labelled adults, but suspect a myriad of other behaviours will exclude us from such a thing happening.


Just say, hypothetically, that you know someone who once bared his butt down the main street of Williamstown, and say this person had his hands full, and his pants started to fall lower than he intended, and say he asked his girlfriend (who was not at that time yet his girlfriend) for help and she, through her tears of laughter, doubled over with mirth, said no, and said person had to sideways crab walk to a ledge to put his stuff down and pull up his pants before he lost them altogether... say that happened - how funny would it be?! hypothetical of course. Wasn't boyfriend. No siree. *I still get tears and doubled over laughing at this story. Every.Single.Time - best day of my life. If it was real obvs...


Things boyfriend does I don't like: sleeps when I want to talk to him. So what if its 3am. HOW IS THAT UNREASONABLE???


Have discovered today that even though I miss him on days I don't see him, there is an invention called the telephony machine that makes a good plan B.