Today after my driving lesson, I decided to visit my boyfriend considering he invited me over a few days ago. When I arrived he decided to take a shower so I decided to do some mischief. I took his permanent marker and drew a massive L on his precious Stewie blow up doll (No not the Adult blow up dolls, the ones you find at festivals) and hid it under his bed. I also found the diary that we share. The purpose of the diary is to exchange it together ans write down about the day we spent together and we take turns giving the diary to each other when we meet. However I didn't feel like writing this time so I hid the diary up in his closet. When my boyfriend finished his shower, we play fought like usual until the extent where I threatened his to throw his wallet outside of the window. Lying on his bed, confident that it was only a bluff, he challenged me to and being a person who usually means what they say; I slammed it out the window. Oh no, don't get me wrong, he lives on the 2nd floor and outside of his window is a balcony. Shocked that I actually threw the wallet outside, he jumped up from bed and jumped out the window to retrieve his wallet. Feeling a bit abusive today, I slid his window shut and watched as he pestered me to open his window. I laughed all the way until he gave up on the window and decided to climb down his balcony into his backyard to call his sister. I ran downstairs and when he called for his sister, she ignored him and sided with me. What a LMFAO moment. He cried for me to open his window. I stood there and laugh until I had enough. When I opened the door for him he wasn't pleased but smiling at the same time as he knew I was only joking.
Afterwards we did our homework. I'm surprised to say but he's more academically intellectual than I expected. I knew he was smart, but not to such an extent. Of course he's not the smartest child I know and far from being clever or bright, but I must admit; he will do well in school. It made the gap between us feel even wider. Him the smart good boy and me the average party girl. But it also gave me determination to catch up to him. In other words, I guess I'm saying that my perspective of love is to have fun with that special person and to be so comfortable that you can even lock them outside of their home and they won't get angry at you because they would understand your way of thinking. To also feel envy and acknowledge the difference between the two of you yet not letting it prevent your relationship. To in a way, be rivals. Dom and I played 13 today after doing our hw. He kept calling me a sore-loser and rage quitter yet whenever he lost he would blame it on me saying it was my fault, when he was the dealer ==. But of course, this is all just a game and our rivalry is small but keeps us going. I love you Dom.

Labels: boyfriend, Love, mischief.