Maybe it's fucked up. ...I don't really know.
but when we watch a movie and you sneak your pinkie toward my nostril like a twelve year old, and we end up on the floor, both my hands wrapped around your wrist as your finger hovers, menacingly close, and I'm screaming "If you put your finger in my nose I'll blow snot all over your hand!! Don't you even fucking think for a second I wont do it, assface!!!"
thats how I know you like me.
Maybe one day I'll be the kind of girl who considers only kisses and hugs and trinkets affection, and will never ache for an indian burn. Maybe I'll be disgusted at bruises acquired in the "Why're you hitting yourself?" game and insist on holding your hand in the grocery store. Maybe someday I'll have somebody and never have to resort to biting them in order to get them off me so I can answer the phone. But I wouldn't hold my breath. Mom and Dad were affection with kisses and hugs and verbal affirmation. Mom's affection came in meals and crafts and songs. Dad's affection came in pranks and fishing trips and holding me down by my shoulders and dangling a sliver of spit over my face, sometimes swinging it around like a pendulum. If I came with a card of instructions, somewhere on it there would surely be the following statement:
"Not to be trusted with rubber bands or in indian leg-wrestling matches."
Posts like this make me want to put you in a headlock and give you nuggies!
posts like this make me want to direct you to BBC radio 4 (www.bbc.co.uk/radio4)
Posted by: fire3500 at September 2, 2003 03:52 PMI like your disclaimer, reminds me of myself. I never grew out of that stage when I was a kid..
Posted by: Anya at September 3, 2003 04:41 AMYou know it's true when you start appreciating someone trying to stick their fingers in your nostrils, give wedgies and pull the covers over your head after he's farted.
Posted by: ags at September 3, 2003 09:03 AM