I spent this past weekend visiting The Boyfriend. Even though we have been dating for a year, the distance between us has caused the relationship to progress at a much slower pace than one where both parties are geographically close to each other. Consequently, we are still in that stage where we are both trying to be the best representation of ourselves even if those representations are not entirely accurate or realistic. Or at least I thought we were both still in that stage.
After this weekend, it has become obvious that The Boyfriend has moved on to the Comfortable Phase of our relationship where superficial acts aimed at impressing the other are tossed aside in favor of something more real and ultimately more satisfying. Apparently, I didn't get the memo.
Since this would be the first visit where I stayed at his apartment and I didn't want to look my normal crappy self, I decided to do a little shopping. I bought new panties, a sexy black bra and a comfy, casual pajama set. While packing for the trip, I painstakingly picked out panties and bras that matched and even picked coordinating socks to wear with my pjs so that I would still look cute as we snuggled on the sofa and watched college basketball.
My attempts at keeping up appearances didn't stop at fashion. My first morning there, in anticipation of some early morning cuddle action, I got up before The Boyfriend and brushed my teeth, washed my face and combed my hair into an attractive ponytail. Yes, dear, my breath typically smells pleasantly minty when I wake up. And I always look this fresh-faced and well-coiffed first thing in the morning.
While I was busy trying to give the impression that I always look this good, The Boyfriend entertained no such nonsense. He confidently and comfortably kicked it in a pair of sweat pants and a holey t-shirt that looked as if it had seen better days. And he didn't let a little thing like morning breath stop him from putting his tongue down my throat. His intent was to relax and make the most of my brief stay. He wasn't worried about whether his socks matched his sweat pants; he was focused on enjoying my company.
I should take my boyfriend's lead on this issue. He really does have the right attitude. At this point in the relationship, we should be able to relax around one another, be ourselves and not be so concerned with appearances. I'm just afraid I'll scare him off once he sees me in pink hair curlers and a mud mask.
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Being comfortable and relaxed is important, but what's wrong with making that little effort of brushing your teeth n stuff? It's being considerate. When I get up before BF and brush my teeth he knows that means I'm ready for some action. He likes it. And goes to brush his.
Ew, Tom does not put his tongue in my mouth without some brusha-brusha-brusha. Or mouthwash. Gack! The comfortable stage is nice though :)
~dionna
he will find you even more sexy that way, i bet.
oh, and by the way, im with s. willal used to brush his teeth when he woke up before he kissed me in the morning. i kind of liked that.
Hmmm, an overnight stay. :)
I try to never quite get to the comfortable stage. It is better to always be on your game.
So the general consensus so far is, it is good to get comfortable with one another but not too comfortable. Would terrycloth robes and bunny rabbit slippers be considered too comfortable?
Concerning the morning breath, I kind of like that The Boyfriend is a little relaxed on this issue. Even though, on most mornings, I plan to brush my teeth before we lock lips, it's nice to know that if we decide to engage in some spontaneous necking he won't recoil.
I think if he's willing to go at it first thing in the morning and doesn't care about morning breath, he must really want you bad. I don't have a problem with that. I'm sure you guys won't always be freshly showered before doing it every time either, but when the mood strikes and you really like the person, that cosmetic crap shouldn't make a difference. But then, I'm a guy.
In a few years you will be past the "kissing" stage and the whole toothbrush thing will be a non-issue...HAH! Sad, so sad!
My guys aren't into "putting on appearances." At least not after one year.
Well, you'll know you are really in when he farts under the covers and then flaps them over your head. It's suppposed to be a aphrodisiac!
But...brushing teeth is important.
I'd take the pink curlers & mud mask over morning breath any day. Well, at least if I were dating a woman.
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