Instead of smiling, I rolled my eyes and left when we got back to the house. The whole time he tried to get me to crack a smile by randomly repeating 69. We’re not in middle school anymore and I didn’t find it funny even then.”
Me: “And I’ll laugh when the joke is funny. And I don’t find it funny.”īoyfriend: “You really need to lighten up, baby. Let’s keep going, please.”īoyfriend: “But… it’s 69. To encourage him to go outside and move around, I came by three days a week to join him on walks.Ībout a week later, road crews marked the road for upcoming maintenance and about a mile down the road they had spraypainted a familiar, overused number.īoyfriend: “Hey, baby! (sing-song voice) Sixty-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!” His doctor advised him to get more physical activity to help with some of his issues.
During college, I dated a guy that had several health problems.