So as I’ve dated Ginny, I’ve learned she has certain…quirks..I tend to try to remember. One of these she doesn’t like when people get out of the car before her. I don’t know why but whatever, okay. I even put the seat down on the toilet, etc.

One thing tho is..Styrofoam. She does not like the sound of it rubbing, at all. Like brushing a cup against a table is like nails on a chalkboard, I kinda get it, it sounds terrible. Anyway, after I accidentally reminded myself that she hates this today when we stopped to get some daiquiris after eating some sushi.

I slid the cup on the coffee table and it made that signature sound that she isn’t a fan of. It got me thinking…ouloud, what would be the worst way to torture someone with styrofoam and I figured being buried alive in a styrofoam box that has a lot of loose styrofoam in it and probably dosed with LSD. After I place Ginny in this styofoam coffin and place it in the ground, I attach a bluetooth speaker with a zydeco spotify music station selected and a ravpower usb charger so it can play extra loud.

I described this to her and she screamed SAFEWORD, not that we have a safe word, we should probably get one. So fucking funny.

My language of love is probably a form of torture in some countries.

the simple enjoyment of life

Ginny and I decided to go visit Gus this weekend with a loaded cooler of beer. We sat and talked, I don’t remember what, that’s kind of the beauty of this kind of relationship, we just talk while the ghost of Gus listens. And judges us because we had sex in front of him. Whatever.

We watched two unleashed dogs run and it was incredibly how enjoyable it was just to watch dogs have fun. We both want a dog but are smart enough to know it’s just not a good idea as a responsible adult at this time. It sucks, I miss Marla, oh well.

On sunday…we went on a double date with some people. I’m not going to write about this because crackhore may one day become popular again and I don’t want to ruin anyone.

It was notable tho, something I need to write and note about. The woman on the date with me and Ginny said she had never seen me smile so much, telling me how she has seen me so sad for so many years and how drastic the change in my demeanor has been.

It was kinda strange but yet really warm to hear someone tell me how happy I am.

It’s also terrifying, I have potentially fucked up with all of this. I didn’t mean to fall in love, I don’t know how to keep her in love with me.

The fun of life, just gotta do more situps and pushups. I can’t fix my personality but abs help.

Love you ginny, see you soon.