Our fights, although often, never last for long. Is it good to have many little fights or to have a few big fights? I'm not too sure. I kind of like a little drama. Whenever Lovely Boy and I fight, our makeups bring us closer together. Re-reading my last post was funny. If you couldn't tell, I was a tad distressed. Everything is better now. I did some heavy duty thinking on the subject. My decision is that I love Lovely Boy just the way he is, faults and all.
One of his faults includes his stand-offish attitude when around my friends. My friends, especially my guy friends, have never been fond of Lovely Boy. They gave me so much crap when we first started dating, that I almost was discouraged. Somehow, I have persuaded them that Lovely Boy is going to be around for awhile. Last night, I invited Lovely Boy to accompany me to a friend's party. Lovely Boy accepted my invitation, despite many moans and groans. The first hour and a half that we were there was torturous. I tried everything I could to make Lovely Boy be sociable and talkative, to no avail. Two hours into the party, after everyone was too wasty and high to even realize they had, two hours before, highly disliked Lovely Boy, they started to warm up to him. Everyone loosened up, including the sober Lovely Boy and I, and we started having a good time...a little too good of a time. I came home last night with love bites covering both sides of my neck. My short hair did nothing to cover them. Needless to say, my mum and dad were none to happy. I must now face my consequences.
I will be wearing turtlenecks and scarves the rest of the week.
Let this be a lesson to you!
Love,
Miss Elizabeth
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