I’m a little freaked out by one of the quirks, my guy has.
Don’t get me wrong I like him a lot and will continue seeing him and try to build something substantial with him.
However, I get a little nervous when we have our weekend sleep over. Since he lives alone he feels the need for extra protection at night. In other words when he’s alone he sleeps with a hatched next to him just in case an intruder should break in. I constantly remind him he live in the affluent town of Newton MA so he need not worry so much.
So when I sleep over he keep his weapons of mass destruction on the floor next to him. This freaks me out even more, because I’m afraid one night I’m going to wake up and want to
cuddle and Stable Mable will reach over and chop my head off like Joan Crawford in Strait-Jacket.
I wonder what my guy thinks of my quirks? HMMMM!!!!!
Although I guess, it could be worse. His downstairs neighbor could have the same phobia. Now that one is a real looney tune.
The other night, my guy and I went out for dinner. We came home at a relatively early hour. Yet, that did not stop the wack job to assume that someone was breaking into the condo complex and call the cops. Three police cars pulled up in a matter of minutes looking to arrest some intruders.
So needless to say, thanks to Wacko downstairs, my guy spent the rest of the night looking for a new place to live and had to go without no love-ins! Damn Downstairs B-ARCH!!
Don’t get me wrong I like him a lot and will continue seeing him and try to build something substantial with him.
However, I get a little nervous when we have our weekend sleep over. Since he lives alone he feels the need for extra protection at night. In other words when he’s alone he sleeps with a hatched next to him just in case an intruder should break in. I constantly remind him he live in the affluent town of Newton MA so he need not worry so much.
So when I sleep over he keep his weapons of mass destruction on the floor next to him. This freaks me out even more, because I’m afraid one night I’m going to wake up and want to
cuddle and Stable Mable will reach over and chop my head off like Joan Crawford in Strait-Jacket.I wonder what my guy thinks of my quirks? HMMMM!!!!!
Although I guess, it could be worse. His downstairs neighbor could have the same phobia. Now that one is a real looney tune.
The other night, my guy and I went out for dinner. We came home at a relatively early hour. Yet, that did not stop the wack job to assume that someone was breaking into the condo complex and call the cops. Three police cars pulled up in a matter of minutes looking to arrest some intruders.
So needless to say, thanks to Wacko downstairs, my guy spent the rest of the night looking for a new place to live and had to go without no love-ins! Damn Downstairs B-ARCH!!
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