I love my man. He's practically perfect in every way. He cooks, he cleans, he's patient, he's understanding and he's funnier than Conan O' Brien on a good day. The only flaw I can spot is this inexplicable thing he has with Korean and Japanese girls. Case in point:
Yesterday, while The Man and I were walking through Prangin Mall (I won't even attempt to explain this. It's a mall.), he pointed at a stack of television screens displaying a group of anorexic Korean chicks, sporting interchangeable plastic faces and dancing to something that one can only hope is the less-than-desirable tune of Nyan Cat and Justin Bieber's Baby (Yes this is how I described SNSD)
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Korean pop stars: Next to this picture, Edward Cullen is a bear
wrestling, beer drinking, perfectly legitimate heterosexual |
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What do you think about those girls?" He asked me.
"Which girls?" I asked back.
"Those girls." He said.
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| No, it's a girl and her eight other clones. |
"I don't know," I said, "I guess I'll need a closer look."
So we walked up to the electronics store where I could get a clearer look at the girls. A store keeper standing nearby asked me if I needed anything.
"Not really." I told the store keeper. "I'm just taking a look at the music video. He-" I pointed to The Man "asked me what I thought about the girls."
"Oh, I don't think they're that pretty." The store keeper said humbly.
"And he's my boyfriend." I said, shooting The Man a look before turning back to Mr. Store Keeper Guy "and that's the fourth time he asked me that question about other girls."
"Oh no" Mr. Shop Keeper Guy said empathetically
"I know. What a jerk huh?"
We walked off, leaving both The Man and Mr Shop Keeper Guy baffled at what just happened. I guess I won't be hearing that question for a while.
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| The Unreasonable Girlfriend strikes again |
