Mac was the one that brought Me dinner when he knew I didn’t cook. He would laugh at my inability to use chopsticks whenever we had Asian food. We would stroll in the park and have ice cream.

During a thunderstorm we would watch the lightning streak across the sky and I would cuddle close because I was afraid. Mac would buy me cute notebooks and pens despite my protests that I don’t write in them anymore. His excuse would be “but I miss reading your stories!”

Mac would light scented candles and put on romantic music and we would slow dance. I would try not to crush his toes, and he would wonder how I was so inept at dancing. “We are barely moving!”

I would massage Mac’s back when he was stressed. When we watched a movie, I snuggled up against Mac and try to fall asleep on his shoulder during the boring parts. Mac would grumble because I would hug the bed, not the blankets the bed. I would end up sprawled ontop of him.

-random thoughts how I thought my life would be


    1. I have two left feet 😂 I can only step side to side and once I tried to dance that was a disaster because a guy who was obsessed with my ass would not let me leave the dance floor. So I haven’t attempted to dance sexy ever again 😂🙈

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      1. Contrary to some misguided manly beliefs, you cannot lead a woman by her ass. Watch the best dirty dancers, no decent dancer in his right mind will try to lead his partner by her ass, other than for a little comic relief, with a good beating for extra laughs. I’m not going to tell you to not give up because I know that men who can dance well and lead properly are in very short supply.

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