That sentence makes no fucking sense, does it?
There is a beautiful woman asleep in my bed as I type this. I don't want to wake her just yet. I want to enjoy a few more moments of knowing that in my bed is someone more precious and more beautiful than any man could ever deserve. I want to relish the fact that she chose me for just a bit longer.
Also, this is a really nice change from all the times I've had to drug and drag a woman to my bed, then tie her up if I wanted her to stay.
You didn't really think I was going to make this entire post a sappy lovefest of oh, my beloved is home and I am whole *vomit* did you? C'mon, you've been reading this long enough to know that one of my favorite things about TGB is the way she mercilessly mocks my love of romantic comedies. Mostly because, as much as I love Rom-Coms, I am terrible at actual romance.
Fortunately, she has adjusted her expectations and now we will be seeing Deadpool for Valentine's Day.
She gets me.
|She was happy to see someone when she got home.|