He Has The Breast Of Intentions, Part 2
(I’m lying on the couch, not feeling so well and being kind of depressing. My boyfriend comes over and lays on me in an attempt to cheer me up.)
Boyfriend: *mashes his face against my left breast * “BOOOOOOOB!”
Me: “Uh…”
Boyfriend: *mashes his face against my right breast* “BOOOOOOOOOOOB!”
(I smile a little. My boyfriend places both hands flat on either breast and moves one up and one down repeatedly.)
Boyfriend: “I GOT TWO TURN TABLES AND A MICROPHONE!”
(I stares at him with a confused look, giggling a little bit.)
Boyfriend: “I need a microphone.”
(My boyfriend grabs a pen and sticks it between my breasts so that it’s sticking straight up towards him.)
Me: “What are you—”
Boyfriend: “I GOT TWO TURNTABLES AND A MICROPHONE!”
(I finally start laughing and then take the pen away and put it back down.)
Me: “Enough of that.”
(He stares at me with a tiny little grin and looks a little concerned. )
Boyfriend: “Why do I feel like everything I do ends up on NotAlwaysRomantic?”