So I don't really remember how this story goes but I think it needs some kind of explanation to get to the part that I really want to share.
Last Wednesday or Thursday I came home from classes and saw Quentin playing games.
I was fine with it and went about doing some homework. Then I got distracted by his handsomeness and so I starting flirting with him. I rubbed his back, played with his hair( or what is left of it), and kissed him on the cheek.
I guess I distracted him too but he wasn't happy that I was ruining his game mode. I kept doing it for a couple minutes and then he just exited out of his game and started wrestling me. We started wrestling and then I pretended to punch him and make myself seem stronger. He went along with it and pretended that he was upset.
Quentin curled up into a ball and pretend cried. I then started to use my real strength to uncurl him and I would say things like, "I am sorry."......................WAIT!!!!!
I REMEMBER THE WHOLE STORY NOW AND WHY WE WERE WRESTLING!!!!
Okay, let me retell the story.....
Rewind:
Sometime last week Quentin and I were sitting on the couch just snuggling and enjoying ourselves. I actually think he stepped away from the computer to be with me. Isn't he tender? We snuggled for a while and then I touched his belly and told him that he is fat. He then pretended to be really upset and said that he wasn't fat. He then curled up in the fetal position on the couch and I tried to apologized and that I didn't really mean that he was fat. I tried to release his arms from his position to cuddle him but he is just too strong. That is when we started wrestling and ended up on the floor. He curled up into a ball and hid his face. I tried to make him see that I was really sorry and that he isn't fat. He whined and said, "But you said it. You said I was fat." I repeated myself and said that he isn't fat and just has a little bit of a belly.
I guess I got a little angry that he wouldn't let me apologize and let me cuddle him and comfort him. So I started to gently punch him( I call them love taps-I'm not really abusive) and then I just gave up and laid on top of him.
We were there for probably a couple of seconds when we heard our front door open. In my head I was thinking, what in the world is happening? I then looked over and saw a man with grocery bags in his hands and dusting his feet off from the snow. He was part way in the doorway when he looked up and said, "Oh, this isn't my apartment. Sorry." And then closed our door.
Quentin and I looked at each other and then busted out laughing. It was so hilarious. We laughed and laughed and we still laugh now when we tell the story to our friends.
I think this might be the funny story of our year. Probably not because a lot of funny things happen to us.
