Going out, dancing all night, coming home, showering, crawl into bed, snuggle in and drift into dream land. Pizza outta the box, watching movies. Hot, relaxing baths. Leaving the bathroom door open. Leaving dishes in the sink.
After girlfriend:
Going out, dancing all night with the prettiest girl there, coming home in the car, holding her hand, showering with my girl, crawl into bed next to someone I adore, snuggle in with her head on my shoulder and feel like I’m already in dream land before I am asleep. Pizza outta the box, watching movies and giving her my pepperoni. Hot, relaxing baths with bubbles and candles (not bad!). Leaving the bathroom door open. Leaving dishes in the sink not because I’m lazy but because I’d rather be snuggling next to her.
I love my girlfriend. You know, the grass is pretty damn green where I’m standing.
If Tiburon were a guy, she probably would have mentally pre-screened that pepperoni line for extra innuendo. Nothing can replace the experience of hanging around grade school boys in one’s formative years when it is applied to spotting sexual innuendo.
No offense intended Tibs, having been a grade school boy at one point, your line about the pepperoni would’ve been funny to me regardless of whether you actually have a pepperoni of a manicotti (am I the only one getting hungry?).
Congrats on your happiness, and you’re right, there is no comparison to having someone around to share your life.
