you are devil’s foreplay

Watched Dharma & Greg. There was this episode where they went to relationship retreat. They were given two baskets. In one bastket there were stones. The other basket was empty. Their task was to put to the empty basket a “relationship stone” for every little thing that “the foundation of their relationship stands on”.

The relationship stones.

There were things like “put a stone in the basket for every common interest you have” (and oh yeah, sex doesn’t count!) or “put a stone for every petname you have for each other”.

Well, I kinda thought about it and yes - came to the obvious conclusion that we have no “stones”. (Yes I know it sounds dirty.)

If sex doesn’t count then…

We have no petnames.
We almost have no same interests. Yeah, we love to spend time together but we don’t actually share hobbies or anything. I don’t even have hobbies I’m afraid.
Sex doesn’t count.
We didn’t date and I’m afraid if we’d have, we wouldn’t have ended up together ’cause we’re too different.
I think we like… approx 1/2 of the same things. The other half - I really don’t know!

And for arguement’s sake - no, I will never have short hair, I will never wear serious military clothing (that sexy skirt that my sis has and has accidentally military pattern on it - that kind of thing is not in my mind whilst writing these lines). And military stuff humours me. A lot. Really. I think I’m not able to take it seriously. I mean… there are grown men, in uniforms, dancing, without music and screaming: “Sir, yes sir!” (equvialent of that phrase at least, seemed to me).

Oh, yes, there’s so much more in “military styff” thant all that, I know…

And yes, it makes me kinda horny when I see him serious and all that. Giving orders and wearing weird haycock on his head. (Yeah, I said haycock…) And I’m so proud of my smart geeky non-boyfriend when he gets the best exam score in his course and when he knows all that weird but cool stuff I don’t know.

But still!

But still…

Maybe it IS like L/N said… When love is gone, all you have left is a guy with all the different views to the world than you… And that’s that.

Ohwell.

Since… Well, since I do not believe in anything these days (even in that I’ll survive this freaking weekend and next week), then… I’m good to go.

As long as he takes me to gravel-pit to collect stones. After all that jibberish about “relationship stones”.

Now I have a garbage bag full of stones.

Relationship stones, if you wish.