One way conversation
I realised that I am er not as young as I wish I feel when I went to the halloween party after throwing on what seems like a luxurious bathrode (you know, those with fur on the brim) and the devil's horns. That was it! Nothing else. Unlike when I was still young and jumpy, I actually took pains to make my own costumes. Gosh those were the days.
Those were beside the point. The Boyfriend got a little too high and started making future plans on the dance floor.
Drunken BF: Where would us like to settle down? Giggled, giggled, giggled.
Me: ......... hyperventilated, hyperventilated, hyperventilated.
D.BF: Come on, name a place! Name a place! Giggled, giggled, giggled.
Me: France will be nice. Now feeling more composed after realising that he might not even remember this conversation at all. Phew.
D.BF: Why? I hate the bloody french! (I am quite sure that he did not use the word bloody, I merely substituted it to make it sounds more civilised)
Me: UK is good for me too. Sheeplish.
D.BF: I know!! Let's go Barcelona! Yes! We will go Barcelona! I can swear in Spanish!It will come in handy!
Thank you very much. Now I am going to settle down in Spain because he can swear in Spanish, that's sound fantastic, doesn't it? And maybe we should in another lifetime settle down in Japan because I can order food in Japanese. I am not complaining about this darling of mine, in fact I think I am starting to get used to him and am falling in love with him. Maybe because it is always a one way conversation/ decision. Ok just to be fair, he always asks me for suggestions. But my suggestions will always remain invaluable and will be further explored in another lifetime. How democratic. Frankly, I am not disturbed by this as I am really easy going, anything that doesn't kill me is acceptable. And to tell the greater truth, I appreciate that because it makes my life easier and I can just go with the flow.
Que pase un buen día
Those were beside the point. The Boyfriend got a little too high and started making future plans on the dance floor.
Drunken BF: Where would us like to settle down? Giggled, giggled, giggled.
Me: ......... hyperventilated, hyperventilated, hyperventilated.
D.BF: Come on, name a place! Name a place! Giggled, giggled, giggled.
Me: France will be nice. Now feeling more composed after realising that he might not even remember this conversation at all. Phew.
D.BF: Why? I hate the bloody french! (I am quite sure that he did not use the word bloody, I merely substituted it to make it sounds more civilised)
Me: UK is good for me too. Sheeplish.
D.BF: I know!! Let's go Barcelona! Yes! We will go Barcelona! I can swear in Spanish!It will come in handy!
Thank you very much. Now I am going to settle down in Spain because he can swear in Spanish, that's sound fantastic, doesn't it? And maybe we should in another lifetime settle down in Japan because I can order food in Japanese. I am not complaining about this darling of mine, in fact I think I am starting to get used to him and am falling in love with him. Maybe because it is always a one way conversation/ decision. Ok just to be fair, he always asks me for suggestions. But my suggestions will always remain invaluable and will be further explored in another lifetime. How democratic. Frankly, I am not disturbed by this as I am really easy going, anything that doesn't kill me is acceptable. And to tell the greater truth, I appreciate that because it makes my life easier and I can just go with the flow.
Que pase un buen día
3 Comments:
Bumping tru Kracker's site. Hey!! maybe you should really consider Barcelona! is a kick ass city! ( ok, i am only saying this just because i am from there. Favoritism! ;-P)
Nice place and i liked this post!
I know it's a nice place and plus he can swear in Spanish so we are really considering that!
Oh we don't have to speak Eskimo, we just have to learn how to fish right? Do people there talk?
errr....no. They just do the kissing-nose thingy...
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