I wanted to see Sex and the City (movie), just like most other women, this weekend. When I told him he said he'd go with me, even after several times I told him not to worry about it, I'd find a girl to go with - or I'd go by myself. When I mentioned going solo- he told me again he'd go with me.
(Let me just tell you all that I listen to a lot of Maxim Radio (don't you judge - I'm in the car a lot, and only so much angsty music will do it for me, so I tend to listen to gossip radio (the Cosmo channel sucks terribly, so I prefer the man version.).).)
So when he offered again, I told him that it was really ok - and that I'm sure just like all the guys on Maxim have said, he probably doesn't really want to go. (They've been making a point of calling any guy who goes to this movie a huge pussy.) When I told him that he didn't have to be a huge pussy and come with me - that I'd be fine by myself - he told me that they were assholes and that he wanted to go with me.
In. Love.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Aaaaaw.
Post a Comment