You know the saying “Home is where the heart is” well that is a bold faced LIE. Home is NOT where the heart is. Home is where yo ass has a key and can enter anytime you want. I have been officially moved in with “The Boyfriend” a week now and I STILL don’t have a house key….Hell after turning in the keys to my apartment I don’t have ANY keys. Do you know how embarrassing it is to have a key ring with no keys??? And imagine having to track your roommate down after a long hard stressful day at work just to gain access to your freakin house??!!
**Pause for wine Refill**
Doesn’t sound good does it. I may be “shackin” up but I’m old fashioned at heart, I believe as a man you get me the copy of the key to the apartment in YOUR name. *sips wine* Its called romance. Just because I am striving to be fully independent does not mean I don’t appreciate a little romance every now and then. Men want sex… Women want Romance. it’s a proven fact.
*spills wine*
I feel like in this age of I-N-D-E-P-E-D-E-N-T romance has taken a permanent spot on the back burner. Going “dutch” is more the norm than the male paying for the date. I read novels based in the 1800’s , ok, romance is a must with me. Without I am genuinely unhappy. I bite my tongue a lot so I may NEVER say it but best believe I think it.
The key thing irks me so much tho because I have been begging for weeks for one…not subtle hints…full out groveling. I guess imma have to be independent on this matter as well and get my own damn key..
Currently living HOMELESSLY in sin……
