Well my last post talked about romance and so will this post will do the same (of sorts.)
We are still playing Marvel Ultimate Alliance 2. I was very tired when we finally got to our mission. John realized midway that he wanted to change characters. I decided to rest my eyes for a moment while he selected and I dozed off. John did not realize I was sleeping but was curious why The Thing was inert on the screen. I remember John tapping on the crown of my head with the Xbox controller. Then I delicately blotted a dainty amount of saliva that had accrued on my cheek and we resumed play.
According to John I wiped the back of my wrist like a sailor who just finished a tall frosty pint. His account of the moment is completely inaccurate.
When we finished playing I went straight up to bed. John walked me upstairs and I realized he was still wearing his gym clothes: which stunk. Stunk might be an understatement, those shorts could viably belong to a street person who does not have access to luxuries like soap. I batted my eyes and politely suggested that my adorable husband might be more “alluring” if he bathed before he came to bed.
If you started out reading this post thinking by romance I was going to describe a Tom and Meg scene then you are starkly mistaken (and you a have never read this blog before.) What made my account today romantic is that even though my husband was smelly, to me he was still the most amazing man ever. And though it might have burned my sinuses I would have slept beside him stinky and all because he is so amazing. Loving someone enough that even after stinky gym shorts and drool you are still attracted to that person is to me the best kind of romance.
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