When I'm angry in private, I destroy things. I break furniture. I throw a mug against a wall. I snap whatever I see. If I'm in public, I'd dig my nails into my skin and watch its trail glow red. I must vent. It must get out of me.
So when Gabriel pissed me off today, I told him I'd like to pinch him to get over it. He agreed solemnly. I begun my reign of skin terror but then he started to laugh and grab my hands and hold them behind my back and hug me and I couldn't stop my stupid face from smiling.
I am dating the most adorable idiot in the world.
We continued with our plans to have a home-cooked dinner.
I think he makes everything fun. It is something as simple as grocery shopping but he'd twirl me around, make punny jokes with bad labels, get adorably distracted by everything and have something witty to say about even cocktail sausages.
One one hand, cocktail sausages. I should've known better than to have a craving for that. I basically cut out his work for him.
On the other hand, I do love myself a good cocktail sausage.
I managed to figure out the aisles and where everything should be because well, I'm not an idiot, but he immediately went, "Since you are so good at finding supermarket aisles, you should-"
"No."
"You haven't even heard what I was gonna say!"
"I will not do our future grocery shopping alone."
"Dammit!"
We went home and my heels were killing me and he happily plopped me down on a chair and sat himself on the ground and massaged my feet. He would grumble about the job and I would frown and he would laugh it off and kiss my legs and look at me with the most adorable smile.
I went to shower and when I came out, the cocktail sausages were ready so I started popping them. The supply was looking dangerously low and my chef looked back and grunted, "If you keep eating that, you're gonna be too full to eat dinner."
So fatherly. I told him I wouldn't.
Then his brother came and started eating off the shared bowl to. He looked at my smoking chef, visibly impressed.
"Since when you cook anything but maggie mee?"
And Gabriel grunted and continued cooking.
After a little while I got a little full from just the sausages and I told him so. He gave me this stern look and said, "See! Told you you'd be full if you snack!" and took the bowl away from me and forbade further snacking :(
So fatherly. I love how he makes me feel like a baby. And I love how well he understands my appetite. As if he precisely knew how much it'd take to make me full. I have the best boyfriend in the world.
I told him I wanted the word 200 on the pasta and he delivered!
Originally, he painstakingly tried to arrange the noodles into the shape of a 200. He triumphantly showed me the final product and I asked if his mum could identify the 200 if I showed her and he had the saddest face.
But then he said he had a brilliant idea and I awaited and when he took out a Bicycle deck, I started thinking, "Yep this is how I die, by hunger and bad magic tricks," but aww he used it to sign out 200.
Fell asleep to him hugging me and kissing me and telling me about his day. Also he has started to rebel against the two-minute matter. He now uses it to kill his boner instead of properly chit chat. Oh sigh such is my life.
Woke up to the warmest man in the world :)
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