My friend and her boyfriend are playing this game where they each think of one thing everyday that they love about the other. Seemed like a cute, romantic game when it started out. But, they couldn't have foreseen any of the fights they ended up having owing to the little game. :) So, here's the latest one, and yes, I have her permission to write about it now, a week after it happened. Thats apparently how long it took her to get out of her alternating-between-mad-bulldog-face-and-sad-puppy-dog-face.
This is what the bf said to her on the fateful day. 'I love the way you smell, baby!' So far, so good.. 'You have this.. hmm.. i don't know.. musky scent..' Ok, no damage done yet. 'Kinda like a cigarette.. :)' Yes, he said it with a proud smile, like he had just figured out the perfect thing to say. Needless to say, hell broke loose. She stormed out of the restaurant they were in. Speaking of which, one of the things on my to-do list is to storm out of somewhere. It always looks like fun! :D So, she stormed out of the restaurant, wouldn't take his calls and caught a cab home. Now, in his defence (again, its been a week so I am allowed to speak of him in non-destructive terms) he was a chain smoker who decided to quit a few weeks back. It might have actually been a compliment that he compared her to a cigarette. Its all in the point of view!
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