And about five years into our relationship, it dawned on me that the only time I get snippy at him is when I'm starving. And no, I don't snap at the waiter (Life Lesson # 6: Never be rude to people who handle your food. Ever.). You know why I don't snap at the waiter? Because he/she wasn't the one who delayed my food intake.
You see, in the comfort of my own home, I would never, ever intentionally starve myself to the point of frustration. But how I do get hungry is if we decide to go out to eat, so I try not to eat anything beforehand because, yes, my appetite can be spoiled! And -- like (sadistically broken) clockwork -- he always delays us in leaving the house and heading to the restaurant.
That boy has some serious problems with leaving his house in a prompt manner.
You know those scenes in romcoms or sitcoms where the guy is sitting at the chair, frustrated that his lady is STILL getting ready? Yeah, that's me.... waiting hungrily (angrily) for him to get ready / finish playing his online chess game / reading Gizmodo on his laptop / pick out another sweater.
All the while, I am fuming and I can kind of feel my internal organs cooking a little.
Of course, now that we have discovered this little glitch in our relationship, he makes more of an effort to leave the house promptly and I try to refrain from using mean words on the drive to the restaurant. And when I saw the ecard above, I had to laugh. Because, well, that's just about right.... :-D
I'm that boy and I disapprove that message
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