The boy said the three magic words last night. No preamble or dissembling. He just woke up from a post-sex snooze and said it. Technically, he may have said it to my breasts, but I’m not going to quibble. They are, after all, attached to me. I’ve always felt very loved by him but it was still nice to hear the words. It was especially nice to hear because sometimes I fart in my sleep. I know this because I occasionally wake myself up, completely mortified and hoping he’s still asleep. What I don’t know is how often this happens without waking me up. In any case, he most assuredly has to have noticed it at least once or twice by now. And he loves me anyway.
The Secret is Out
June 18, 2008 · 4 Comments
Categories: Dating · NG (aka New Guy)
Tagged: Dating, love, relationships, Sex
4 responses so far ↓
beastard // June 18, 2008 at 1:11 pm |
Perhaps it’s time for the true test of love, the Dutch Oven. If he sticks around after that, he’s a keeper!
citygrrrl // June 18, 2008 at 2:48 pm |
Oh man, do I even want to know what a Dutch Oven is?! I’ll have to google it and learn something new. I don’t want to push NG over the edge!
Ash Unabashed // June 25, 2008 at 1:25 pm |
Did you say it back? Aaahhh!
Next up … shopping for engagement rings.
citygrrrl // June 25, 2008 at 5:55 pm |
I didn’t say it back to him right then. I told him it made me happy. I did say it to him out of the blue a few nights later. I felt him smile against my neck and then he said it back. As for why we were talking into each other’s necks, I’m sure you can guess.
Oh god, I am nowhere near ready for a ring!