And now you'll get a random little story because you've reminded me.
Setting: Faith/Boyfriend, Faith's flat, a few years ago. So, this one night, there we are, heavy with the kissing, on the bed, and he gets up, goes to the kitchen and returns with a banana. And he puts it on the nightstand. And I look at it and go (a tiny bit WORRIED): "Er, what do you plan to do with THAT?" And he gives me this funny look and says: "Eat it? I'm hungry."
*facepalm* Stopping the story now because it gets too embarrassing with him asking: "What did you THINK I'll do with it?"
I DON'T KNOW! GOD! BUT WHAT THE HELL. BANANA? NOW? REALLY?
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branchandroot
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Date: 2011-01-11 03:44 pm (UTC)Just wanted to clarify.
And now you'll get a random little story because you've reminded me.
Setting: Faith/Boyfriend, Faith's flat, a few years ago. So, this one night, there we are, heavy with the kissing, on the bed, and he gets up, goes to the kitchen and returns with a banana. And he puts it on the nightstand. And I look at it and go (a tiny bit WORRIED): "Er, what do you plan to do with THAT?" And he gives me this funny look and says: "Eat it? I'm hungry."
*facepalm* Stopping the story now because it gets too embarrassing with him asking: "What did you THINK I'll do with it?"
I DON'T KNOW! GOD! BUT WHAT THE HELL. BANANA? NOW? REALLY?