I'm so far behind, I can't imagine being asked to meet on Sunday for brunch by a girl I've dated for a month, much less having a child or being married. But are they as obsessed with sports like guys are? And I do find myself telling my sisters about University of Virginia and Boston College teams — where they went to school. I once tried this, but the entire time I was trying to contort my body so that I could get everything inserted correctly.
We want to bail the morning after a one-night stand. I'm foul when I'm hung over, so I am sure others are too. Do everything you can to get home and fester in your own bed. Give each other a hug, wish each other well, don't say anything about calling, and don't believe him when he mutters that he will call you. There is no reason women wouldn't understand or know sports like guys do if they were as obsessed. That "up against the wall" variation is tougher than it sounds.
On a bad day, I look in the mirror and see my ten-pound-heavier alter ego. On a really bad day, Bertha sees her two-hundred-pound-heavier alter ego.
It's nice to hear nothing but your lover's breath against the backdrop of the evening or early morning.
It's peaceful to lie in someone's arms in the dark with great music or even the low buzz of the TV (although that tends to distract me) in the background.