seriously. i have come to the firm belief that i am boyfriend's personal play toy. jennster doll anyone? the amount of pleasure he derives from tickling me and tormenting me, cannot be normal! it's like he lives to poke at me, prod me, wrestle with me, lick my nose and then hold my hands down so i can't wipe it off..(EW!!!) and whatever else he comes up with on a daily basis! seriously. he's lucky i don't pack my shit up and walk my happy ass right back to southern california. ha!
honestly though. what is it with guys and their need to harass us?! i realize that it makes him laugh. i get that he finds all this crap SUPER amusing. but the most frustrating part is when he's finally pushed me to the point that i get pissy- it makes him laugh even harder! which makes me more pissy, and the cycle is neverending. the only way we ever stop wrestling or whatever the hell it is he's doing to me, is when one of us (that means ME) gets hurt. why do guys do this? really? what the hell is their problem? and why won't they stop? and as i type this i wonder if i'd be sitting here bitching if he really did stop. i foresee my blog now.. "he used to love me and tickle me and chase me around the house with a towel snapping at my ass, and now he won't even touch me. why doesn't he love me anymore?!?! WAHHHHHHHH!"
omg, no wonder guys are so confused all the time- could we (and by we, i mean me) have more mixed signals?!?!!