I'm going out of town this weekend with the fam, so there will be no more reviews until Monday. Just giving you a heads up so you don't get really mad at me. But you're in for a treat, because this might be my favorite review so far.
Things I like: It's nice to have someone that is required to listen to what you have to say, think, and feel. And at least smile at you when your jokes aren't funny (we all want to believe our Bill Cosby impressions are spot on). And sometimes it's good for your confidence to be comfortable enough around someone that they think it's okay to tell you you're crazy and annoying (I still believe your rendition of the Star Spangled Banner really did sound better in the shower). Hopefully he at least gives good hugs though.
Someone notices your unmentionables besides yourself (for better or worse). And it gives you lots of opportunities to say "don't mention those" whenever they're seen, even in the hamper (I do it all the time).
TV shows are always funnier when someone is watching with you. Movies are always better. Music is more exciting. Going out to eat is more enjoyable (unless you date one of those guys who tries to order everything with a fake accent, or who schmoozes [real word, looked it up] with the waiter. In that case it's just more awkward). Getting drunk is less humiliating (at least slightly, or aimed at a smaller audience). And there's always a better excuse to eat ice cream.
What I would change: There's a lot less time for Gossip Girl, plucking your eyebrows, doing Napoleon Dynamite impressions with your sister, and making up new dance routines. Or at least less opprotunity to partake in these activities without enduring harassment and subsequent self hate and humiliation.
Having a boyfriend (or girlfriend) gives some people the false sense that it's okay to call another person "honey". Even though some girl had that name in a movie (I think it was Jessica Alba), it's still not okay. Honey is sticky and comes out of bee's butts (I think). Any other pet name is better (even shnukums). But I'll be hoenst, first names usually work best. Even when you're in love.
They realize that when they fart in front of you, you laugh. While you're still grossed out and finding it compteletly unattractive, you still can't help giggling like a school girl. It gets old, really fast. But you're still laughing. Hey, farts are funny.
Your entire concept of personal space, and more importantly, your bathroom routine is a disaster. Not only do you not want him to hear you pee or see the weird face you make when you're putting on mascara, but god forbid there was anything else girls did in the bathroom besides pee (which I still deny actually ever happens, but if it did) it would create a borderline unbearable situation (almost enough to make you wish you were single). Invited to spend the night? Maybe. A whole weekend? I'll have to stop by my house mid-weekend to get...a change of shoes. Sharing a hotel room for a long period of time when you've first started dating? Out of the question. Especially if you have major poop anxiety (which my early research estimates effects about 60% of girls).
What it makes me think/feel: Like relationships are weird things. Sometimes it feels like no one should know that much about you (and to be honest, he/she probably doesn't want to know everything. Especially family jokes from your kindergarten vacation, or what days you lost your teeth and how much the tooth fairy brought, or even the fact that you weren't potty trained until mid way through 5th grade). Some things are better left unsaid. But all that said, having a boyfriend can be great. And I'm lucky to have one who really does listen and care (and is honest enough to tell me there are certain things I'll never be able to do, like be a professional boxer).
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