And, pertaining to my last two journal entries, my darling boyfriend just latched onto me and poured Stargate into my ears for 10 minutes, while I danced from foot to foot, itching to get back upstairs with the headphones I ventured downstairs for.
Bored me to tears.
He really had no clue that when I smile and nod, and walk out of the door, that's not a signal that I'd really like to hear every detail about the episode he just watched.
There is a reason I'm upstairs, on the computer, not downstairs, watching the show with you.
I was standing about three feet away, and he was sitting, and I could just smell the gin rolling off of him.
*sigh*
See why I have to lead such a rich fantasy life with my Monday Night and Friday Afternoon crushboys?
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