Proof: Tonight my boyfriend wanted to have sex. I was chilling in bed, watching the daily show, and he had just gotten out of the shower (are you cringing yet Cindy?). Anyway, he pulls off the blanket and says, "Lets do this thing!"
Yes. That is what he said.
Did we have sex while Chevelle played in the background? Yes. Was it romantic? No.
This brings me to the point that after the first six months relationships stop being romantic, and start being comfortable. And when that happens you may find yourself excited about cuddling on the sofa watching your boyfriend shoot germans OR you start imaging having a strange fling with the technology expert at work.
Yeaaah, you decide which one is me (I'll give you a hint, both).
Anyway, anyone catch Angelina's dress at the SAG awards? She had it one backwards, to make it appear more blousey...now...I'm not expert (I am), but if I had a body like Angelina, I would not wear a dress with a PLUNGLING neckline backwards (I would wear nothing and let Zachary Quinto lick carmel off of me).
Anyway, to wrap this up...Chaetophobia is the fear of hair...hmm...
-Embee
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