I am not boring.
Long winded, yes. Boring, no.
Costa has developed a rude and annoying habit of doing other things while I’m talking to him. He’ll either glance at the computer or TV longingly (as if he’d rather be interacting with them), or start hacking or scratching insanely. That sounds weird, but it’s happened far too much for it to be coincidental.
I think it’s time for me to introduce one of my CurvyDiva lessons.
Lesson #378: If your love interest isn’t paying that much attention to you anymore (unless your naked…or are willing to get naked very soon), you have two choices: 1) Find a strapping male (or female for those who prefer) out there who is interested -or- 2) Give him a dose of his own medicine. Since I’m not an advocate of cheating, I’ve decided to go with route 2.
I am the Queen of giving back what others dish: it’s my specialty. My boyfriend LOVES to bitch about his day, his stupid MMO, things I’d rather poke my eyeballs out than hear about. But, like a good doting girlfriend, I nod and make eye contact and groan in all the appropriate places because I love him.
No more. From now on (until he breaks…which shouldn’t be long), I will find that suddenly my nails need painting. The checkbook needs balancing. My 5-year life plan needs retouching. You get the picture. Which is fantastic, actually. I get to clear off my list and teach him a lesson all at the same time. Gotta love the new millennium multi-tasking woman.
~Toodles.
