Sometimes I feel sorry for my boyfriend when he watches sports.
we're at the point in our relationship where I don't even bother put on the pretense that I'm remotely interested in what he's saying.
I love that. I never got there with my ex-fiance, the one I have spoken about before, Jim? Do you know how many times I would be reading, and he would yell out, scaring the crap out of me, “Babe, look at this shot!” about some golf tournament? And I’d always go, wow, that’s something, and gaze at the television for a couple of seconds before I’d go back to my book.
That’s one of the things I love about my bf now. I don’t pretend to be interested at all and he just laughs about it. I mean, he will still forget himself, and be so excited about some dipshit basketball shot, that he’ll start to tell me, and I just look at him like he is crazy and then he laughs. And he doesn’t pretend to be interested in what I do with my hair, which Jim used to pretend to be interested in. It’s much better this way.