I have weird friends... I guess they're normal by societal standards but to me they're weird people that think about weird things and come up with interesting, albeit popular theories.
at Dinner one night a conversation between the 'male basher' and the 'male defender/woman basher' ensued bringing about the topic "how does one show love to their significant other, without words?"
my answer- "he's in my house"
which was the truth. Let's keep it real for a minute. He's in my house and I want him there, that's love. I cook for him and do the laundry, that's love. He washes the dishes and kills roaches when they dare to appear, that's love. He makes the bed, I mess it up, that's love. I'm not the biggest advocate of PDA's nor do I practice it often but those are ways that I say I love you, without words.
I have two friends, together they are PDA defined, and it's cute for all of 2 minutes after that I'm ready with the hose, but yea you can see, she loves him, he loves her, awwww, blech.
I have another two friends, one doesn't do much, the other is more PDL (public displays of like) and that's a little more comfortable but still ehhh
I'm the quiet type, this I know. I like to steal glances and winks, hold hands while sitting next to each other or cross my legs over him, but the whole kissing and making out in public, nah not for me.
but it got me to thinking, which got me to asking, "Garette, you know I love you right?"
G: of course, why you asking me this?
Me: Cause I don't always say it
G: you don't have to, I know you, I know you do.
that's my boy.
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