Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Don't Question My Authority
Oh my goodness, I can be such a bitch sometimes. Now, I know, looking at my sweet, innocent face, you can't imagine me being difficult. Oh, you just have to ask my latest dude, whose name is Steve, about how not all things are as they seem.
Steve hears from me during the work day, I'm all about sweetness and love. Sample text messages: "I can't stop thinking about you"; "I hope that you are safe"; "Everything will be better when I get to see you tonight". BARF!!!!
Now, don't get me wrong, I mean every single word of what I say when I say it, but don't expect it to carry through to the rest of the day. By the evening, I am in, let's say, a different frame of mind. This is where boyfriend dude is literally ambushed by a new Debbie.
Now that boyfriend Steve is sitting in front of me, small little things begin to annoy me. For example, why does he not put the bread on his bread plate??? He put it on his napkin, fer chrissakes!!!. What is that about?? Or why does he untie his shoes every single time he removes them? Why can't you just kick them off and don't even bother with the laces??? Or why does he stick his tongue out weird when he coughs??
My inability to look past the small thing makes me act like a sarcastic smart-aleck. I know I'm not earning any good girlfriend points by my actions, but man oh man, do his little quirks bother me.
The best part of this is that I get to learn sometime new (and possibly something more annoying than the last thing) about Steve every day. He's got quite a witty sense of humor and he's not afraid to put me in my place by some out-of-left-field remark. He makes me very happy, something I've been missing for so long.
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