Even The Tardis Can’t Go There

| Romantic | May 9, 2014

(My boyfriend and I are at a restaurant eating soup, and I look up and happen to notice he’s staring down my shirt. I put my hand over my cleavage.)

Me: “What are you doing?”

Boyfriend: “I’m not doing anything!”

(He pointedly looks away and I go back to eating my soup. Not even five seconds later I look up and he’s just staring down my shirt again. I put my hand over my cleavage again.)

Me: “Not doing anything?”

Boyfriend: “… I’m… staring into all of space and time!”

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