Live In Girlfriend
As I waited for the boyf in the car outside my flat today, I looked back at my apartment building and the traffic along Maida Vale and thought 'Oh my f*ck! I'm going to live with my boyfriend!' As a mixture of excitement and fear swept over me, my phone rang and it was the boyf making sure I hadn't fallen to pieces inside the car.
It's hard to believe that I'm living with a boy. Right now he is sitting on the coffe table wrapped in a towel post shower watching the news on Sky Sports...for what feels like the ten billionth time today...How have I become so oblivious?!
Last night as I looked around at the monstrous amount of unpacking I felt a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothes and shoes I need to sort out depsite several bags going to a charity shop and the rest to my step-sister. The boyf has been taking the piss out of me for being so anal retentive, something that I have only really noticed over the last few months. Like yesterday as we went around the shops and I wrinkled up my nose and commented on bum, breath and armpit odour - I know it's hot but is that an excuse to smell like poo? Anyway...
It's been a weekend of the parents as my father (birth one) and my 16 year old step-sister Mo came up for an inpromptu visit on Friday and tonight I had dinner with the boyfs dad who is visiting from South Africa and the boyf's mum and bro. I had a nice time on both evenings and it's good to spending time with each other's families. Both of our parents haven't been together since we were very young and his familiy is keen on piss-taking like mine. His dad was describing in a rather dramatic fashion flying a plane many years back and the boyf's bro joked that 'Any minute now you'll
be telling us about flying into the stratosphere!' How boys do love to exaggerate?! It was nice to spend time with the little sis Mo and I couldn't resist being my usual cheeky self and telling her that her hair is falling out. She has hair most black women would kill for - long and doesn't need much chemicals put on it.
Living with a boy so far is about moving and unpacking. I'm sure he must think I'm watching him like a speciman under the microspope as I wonder if there will be this big shift in our relationship. So far he hasn't turned into an assclown or the dark destroyer! He's made everything so easy and even when I get anal and stressed about moving, he was unfazed and took the piss out of me. Like today when we went to return something to that bloody Ikea. We got ticket 220 and it was 206 when we arrived so we went to get some food. I can't help myself - I was slightly worried that we'd miss our number being called and he thought it was hilarious. When we got back it was 214 but within seconds it called all numbers to 219 making me feel very self-righteous. When the dufus customer service guy insisted that the piece of wood was fine, I wanted to get meideval on his ass. 'Let me do the talking!' the boyf said firmly. 'If I don't get anywhere, THEN you can go nuts! Jeez, you're so funny!' I giggled and said 'Yes, I'll let YOU be the man in this situation....'
Right I'm gonna get ready for bed...should I be concerned that the boyf seems to have an unhealthy adoration of Stargate SG1?
PS- I shall be back to normal this week and respond to comments!
It's hard to believe that I'm living with a boy. Right now he is sitting on the coffe table wrapped in a towel post shower watching the news on Sky Sports...for what feels like the ten billionth time today...How have I become so oblivious?!
Last night as I looked around at the monstrous amount of unpacking I felt a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothes and shoes I need to sort out depsite several bags going to a charity shop and the rest to my step-sister. The boyf has been taking the piss out of me for being so anal retentive, something that I have only really noticed over the last few months. Like yesterday as we went around the shops and I wrinkled up my nose and commented on bum, breath and armpit odour - I know it's hot but is that an excuse to smell like poo? Anyway...
It's been a weekend of the parents as my father (birth one) and my 16 year old step-sister Mo came up for an inpromptu visit on Friday and tonight I had dinner with the boyfs dad who is visiting from South Africa and the boyf's mum and bro. I had a nice time on both evenings and it's good to spending time with each other's families. Both of our parents haven't been together since we were very young and his familiy is keen on piss-taking like mine. His dad was describing in a rather dramatic fashion flying a plane many years back and the boyf's bro joked that 'Any minute now you'll
be telling us about flying into the stratosphere!' How boys do love to exaggerate?! It was nice to spend time with the little sis Mo and I couldn't resist being my usual cheeky self and telling her that her hair is falling out. She has hair most black women would kill for - long and doesn't need much chemicals put on it.
Living with a boy so far is about moving and unpacking. I'm sure he must think I'm watching him like a speciman under the microspope as I wonder if there will be this big shift in our relationship. So far he hasn't turned into an assclown or the dark destroyer! He's made everything so easy and even when I get anal and stressed about moving, he was unfazed and took the piss out of me. Like today when we went to return something to that bloody Ikea. We got ticket 220 and it was 206 when we arrived so we went to get some food. I can't help myself - I was slightly worried that we'd miss our number being called and he thought it was hilarious. When we got back it was 214 but within seconds it called all numbers to 219 making me feel very self-righteous. When the dufus customer service guy insisted that the piece of wood was fine, I wanted to get meideval on his ass. 'Let me do the talking!' the boyf said firmly. 'If I don't get anywhere, THEN you can go nuts! Jeez, you're so funny!' I giggled and said 'Yes, I'll let YOU be the man in this situation....'
Right I'm gonna get ready for bed...should I be concerned that the boyf seems to have an unhealthy adoration of Stargate SG1?
PS- I shall be back to normal this week and respond to comments!
12 Comments:
Nah - I'd take a fondness for any Sci-Fi show over one for sports any day! ;-)
I can't believe you're living with your b/f either. I still had hopes, you know :-)
Am I allowed to carry on saying you've got a lovely little arse?
That's nice. :)
I see that we have something in common with South Africa. That's where my wife is from. I hope to visit next year for the first time.
God, I know this post is about you, but this comment is going to be about me. I have such commitment issues that reading this posting has caused me to hyperventilate.
Erm...but you know that I'm happy for you! *gasp* *gasp* *gasp*
Hey WDKY...how about mentioning her pubes for a change?? Oh...she hasn't shown hers. Never mind.
So glad for you!
I hate unpacking...I hate putting things away....but living with the boy you love makes it all worth while. Enjoy.
YAY!!!! i am very excited for you!!! i know you are stressed right now, but soon things will calm down and you can start relaxing in your new place w/your man toy. woo-hoo!!!!
Wow, you finally did it. Now the real fun's gonna begin! :)
NYM, put a paper bag over your head.
ROFL
I'm sure an obsession with SG1 is just the beginning! haha.
Jen - It's a tough call for me :-)
WDKY - Of course you can darling. As long as I can continue to take the piss out of your pubes....
Stephen - I hope to be going next year too! You never know - we may meet in the motherland ;-)
NYM - I understand your pain - I hope that you aren't blue in the face at the moment.... ;-)
Sweet - Thanks darling!
VB - I'm starting to get into my stride now. Hope you're OK {{hug}}
DD - Spoken like a true pro!
WDKY - LOL - you're a funny one!
Lee Lee - I'm sure you meant the 'end'... ;-)
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