Ha-Ha Romantic
Apr 13, 2009 I Forgot to Tag, Masturbate-able, Out of Wicked's Mouth, Relationships, Sex, This Thing Called Marriage., Wicked Wisdoms, love
As I sit here, in my towel, dreading the time to come when I would have to leave my cozy abode and go to school… the following conversation commenced.
D: (peeking around the corner) “Hey there! Heh Heh. How YOU doin?”
Me: (looking up from my usual position in front of the laptop) “Huh?”
D: (raising his eyebrows in an attempt to hint at something) “So, uh, what time do you have to leave to go to school?”
Me: “in an hour, why?”
D: (humping the air)
Me: “really?”
D: (still air humping)
Me: “wow. You are so romantic.”
D: (leaning down to blow his pico de gallo breath in my face) “how is that for romantic?”
Me: (gagging) “Yeah. I cannot resist your onion-breath-aphrodisiac”
D: “I am ha-ha romantic. Now lets go bump uglies.”
I love his quirky idea of romantic ways to get me into bed.
Like how sometimes he will just poke me with his cock. At the grocery store. Or pretty much any time he catches a glimpse of my tits/ass/vag he will assume that it is perfectly acceptable to grab-ass at his leisure.
Last night, I politely asked D to put ointment on my tattoo, because I had gone in for a session earlier that day. My tattoo is a full back tattoo. I have to take my shirt off in order to get the ointment application accomplished. So there I am, shirtless and bent over the bed so that he can apply the ointment evenly.
D: “You are so fucking easy.”
Me: “Huh?” <— notice a trend here?
D: (stripping off all of his clothes) “You know what the fuck I said”
Me: “I love it when you cuss at me naked”
D: “As opposed to fully clothed?”
Me: “Just stick it in already. God.”
The next morning.
Me: “Good morning, stud”
D: “Meh. My performance was subpar.”
Me: “What? You gave me a good pounding.”
D: “Really? Seemed to be over as fast as it started.”
Me: “Whatever. I came. I dont need movie sex all the time baby.”
D: “Really? You came?”
Me: “I informed you when it was happening, didnt I?”
D: “I thought you were just being polite.”
Me: “When am I ever polite?”
D: “Good point.”
I used to view romance like it is in romantic chick flicks. Really that is a bunch of pre-written bullshit that sets all of us women up for romantic FAIL. We look to the Sleepless in Seattle’s to define what romance should be. Truth be told, that Empire State Building, You Had Me At Hello bullshit can stay on the big screen.
What is the most Ha-Ha Romantic moment that you have ever experienced or have been told about?
Do you prefer the cheeseball romance or the vulgar romance?
What is your favorite chick flick of all time?
Tags: big screen, chick flick, ha-ha romantic, love, romance, Sex, sleepless in seattle, theatre
