sarcastic romantic moments, #872
Oct. 27th, 2004 05:17 pmDave and I are so lovey-dovey and gooshy. How can the world stand it?
I came to where he was sitting on the couch, and sat beside him, and leaned against him, and threaded my arms around his waist, pressing my head against his shoulder. He sighed, and snuggled me for a moment.
"Ahh," he said, "you smell like..."
"Like?" I prompted.
He thought a moment.
"Permanent markers," he said.
Can you smell the romance? Oh yeah.
I came to where he was sitting on the couch, and sat beside him, and leaned against him, and threaded my arms around his waist, pressing my head against his shoulder. He sighed, and snuggled me for a moment.
"Ahh," he said, "you smell like..."
"Like?" I prompted.
He thought a moment.
"Permanent markers," he said.
Can you smell the romance? Oh yeah.
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Date: 2004-10-28 04:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-28 05:26 pm (UTC)Oh the degeneracy of the age.
If we're going to have an argument we have to conduct it via e-mail. We both simply express ourselves better in writing.
And he still stands by his earlier comment: I smelled like permanent markers. "What?" he says. "Markers smell good."