We’re mature February 11, 2008 ~ 12:04 pm
Posted by Julie in : Coupledom, Rick , trackbackSitting in traffic on the way home from Manhattan Friday night, I extended one finger to within an inch of Rick’s leg and said “Not touching you.” He quickly moved his leg so that I was touching him. I pulled my finger back and looked out the window on my side of the car, waiting for the red light to change.
The next thing I know, there was a flash of orange light on my left side and I looked over to see my boyfriend had ignited a lighter by my left leg. I jumped away from it, at least as much I was able to with a seatbelt on. “Not burning you,” he said sweetly.
“Dude, what the fuck?” I asked. “Why would you do that?”
“I’m just taking it to the next level,” he replied.
Many things flashed through my head, but in the end I said the only thing I could: “I am so blogging this.”
Comments
HAHAHAHAHA!
(Not commenting on you. Just laughing.)
why do men always have to go all pyro on you? oh, because they’re all mentally 12. Right.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Except I would be the one with the lighter but would probably get too close with it and singe B’s pants. That’s why we play punchbuggy instead.
You two are weird
Come visit, I have all these I love NY posts!
Weird, but more typical than most would admit to probably!
That is SOOOOO high school. Very funny, but high school.
You should have thought of it first.
Are you going to dare him to light a fart (and blog it! With pictures!) next? Please say yes.
I’m not tasering you!
Don’t get any closer, ’cause I’m not the one tasering you and–ZAP!
Mikey~Don’t Tase me, bro!
Pan~I would not blog incriminating pictures like that. That’s not to say I wouldn’t try to light a fart, but I wouldn’t blog pictures of it.
Vince~Only boys would think of something like that.
Seamus~I admit to almost everything. Because I have no internal censors.
Lisa~You know you love us.
Grace~I am not allowed to play punchbuggy with Rick. He’s a foot taller than me and outweighs me by 60 pounds or so. I would get hurt.
ESC~Exactly.
Aimee~You’ve hung out with us, you know what we’re like.