(Warning: The following post contains excruciatingly nauseating words that could cause severe brain haemorrhage in the cynical.)
This is my boyfriend.
He is quite the cool cat, to me, because he does very nice, SNAG-ish things. For example, he carries my bag around for me, especially when it’s after a gym sesh and my shoulders almost break from the exertion and the weight of my shoes and clothes. And this is even when we are at traditionally masculine locations such as inside a computer shop.
I do things like poke fun at him because I know I can get away with it. Unlike me, he doesn’t sulk or whine and lets trivial things like this pass. Sometimes, I am rather mean and call him “my fat boyfriend” although it’s done endearingly and with much affection. But I know I have to rein in my tongue and stop and think before speaking, even if he doesn’t mind.
When he does things like that (wearing basketball jerseys over his own clothes and posing gleefully for the camera), he makes me laugh till my sides ache. And then, I am reminded of why I like him so much, because he can always make me laugh, even when I am feeling down and under the weather.
One of the best things about him is that he goes shopping along with me willingly and happily. And then he springs nice surprises like buying me something that I really like.
In conclusion, I would like to state that I think my boyfriend is cute and wonderful and is da bomb.
I heart you, boyfriend!
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I should have heeded the warning at the beginning of the post.
so sweeeeeeeet… can my boyfriend sign up for bootcamp with yours?
iJEALOUS…
O2 – now is the time for me to say “I told you so!”. ;)
Cat – Rubbish lah you. Mr Busy so sweet, buy you dress from Korea.
nice lilac gym bag!
yes hucks, i think so too! :D