I never have boyfriends. I date, I kiss, I fall in love. But rarely do I accept when boys ask me to “be their girlfriend.” There’s just something about the finality of it all that freaks me out and leaves feeling trapped and suffocated.
Do I make out with multiple guys if I’m seeing someone? No. But in my sick and twisted mind, I technically on-paper could.
Anyway, the irony of all irony occurred 2 days after officially becoming someone’s girlfriend.
While having dinner with my cousin, I complained about my boyfriend and told her how differently I thought he’d treat me if I officially committed to him. She bitched about her boyfriend also and, before we knew it, we polished off a bottle of wine.