I’ve got a new girlfriend. She’s beautiful, smart, funny. I love being around her. But last night, she sealed the deal during the following discussion about the large file size of videos compared to music between me, my roommate, and her:
Roommate - “So do I have to delete my Eric Clapton CD off my hard drive to save space on my computer?”
Me - “No, the audio files are relatively small and you have a ton of space left. By comparison, the collection of Futurama episodes I have is 14.5 GIGS of space!”
RM - “Wow! That’s big.”
Me - [feeling juvenile] “Yeah, it’s almost as big as my dick…which is 15 GIGS.”
[Turn towards new GF]
Me - “You love my 15 GIGS, don’t you?”
GF - GIGgidy!
squeeee!!!
So Dopers, what are the little things (no puns, please) that make your SO rock your face?
lovetabby makes the. worst. jokes. Ever. If there’s a pun, no matter how awful or farfetched, he will make it. Since I’ll laugh at any stupid thing in the world, I laugh my ass off at at least half his jokes. The others? At least he laughs at them.
That, and he loves to sit in the floor, so I’ve always got my choice of seats. And boy do I love to sit. Consider my face totally rocked.
Bf makes horrible jokes. I like horrible jokes. And he is very very good at throwing in, “that’s what she said” at just the right moments. I even try to avoid saying stuff that he can use that to counter with, but he must listen closer than I think.
And he’s a computer programmer, so he is uber-nerd. It’s cute. Boy has 3 computers in his room. And lots of fun video games - we often stay in, get drunk, and play Guitar Hero for hours.
He gets ridiculously excited about food. I’ve never before met anyone who could spend as much time as I do talking about food, discovering new places to go eat food, finding interesting recipes for food, looking up obscure and random kinds of food we should try, and so on and so forth. We can be quietly snuggling and he’ll suddenly pipe up with “Hey, how about dim sum on Saturday morning?”
The best part is that he gets most ridiculously excited about the food I make. Even when we’re having a really good meal, he’ll still make a point of saying that my version is better. It’s quite adorable, actually.
I guess you could say that the way to my heart is through a man’s stomach… or something like that.
Because she is so doggone transparent. But doesn’t realize it.
We went to Dairy Queen and got two identical Peanut Buster[sup]TM[/sup] parfaits. We were going to go home and eat ice cream and watch our favorite TV show. She was carrying the sundaes. We got home, she started up the stairs inside while I lock the back door. There was a muffled thump. “What happened, dear?” said I.
There was a brief pause, and I could hear the little wheels going around in her head.
My wife’s sense of humor is every bit as crude as mine. Moreso, she would say. And she’s usually very quiet about it. But she likes to remind me every so often that no matter how bad I’m being, she can make it worse if I really wanna go there. And of course, fool that I am, I’ll go there. And then she’ll drop a bomb that will leave me curled up in a ball in the corner rocking myself for comfort. And she’ll smile and walk away.
Man, I know I’m about to get hounded for the double post thing…sorry…wireless connection was being stupid. (in other words, I wasn’t paying attention and did it twice)
The quirk that rocks my sock (I’m only wearing one) is her ability to hold 4 conversations in one stream of thought. We may start talking about the upcoming elections and finish the conversation with what Sheppard Book did before becoming a sheppard in the Firefly series.
And what’s more amazing is I am almost never lost in the conversation…
I love that he just told me what to write about him in the StraightDope thread about “your SO’s quirks that rock your socks”! ::grins::
Seriously though… I love the fact that, no matter what object I just put down and subsequently lost, be it cellphone, keys, camera, clothes, he sometimes manages to ALWAYS know exactly where it is!
And yes, I love that he can follow all four of my conversations at once without missing a beat…
My boyfriend offered to see a chick flick that he knew I wanted to see but wouldn’t inflict on him. However, he told me he really wanted to take me just because he knew I would enjoy it.
The great love of my life so far could speak Welsh, was obsessively fond of The Young Ones, said slightly off-center stuff like “they don’t know what makes cats be calico,” and never, EVER wore pants.
He has an endearing sense of guilt. Back in high school we were making gingerbread men at his parents’ house. When we got to the dregs of the dough we started making stupid things. I made a gingerbread penis but he was worried his parents would think he made it so he ate it.
He’s also oddly awesome at describing things (making him very good at games like Taboo and if you’ve ever played it, the Bible version of Taboo, which is nowhere near as fun). I used the word “indulge” in a sentence and thought he looked a bit confused so I was like “you know what it means right?” And he was all indignant and like “Yes I know what it means. It means to give someone cake.”
