Funny Things To Talk About With Your Girlfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Besides how do you explain losing interest in someone so fast, as though just recently you weren’t getting her number and flirting.” “Who even taught you that.” Bubbles of laughter escaped my throat. “Or wait, did you read about it?” I teased making her roll her eyes. “I was just saying, it’s not really normal.” She shrugged. “Well Ms. Know-it-all, no, I did not sleep with her and I just no longer have interest in her.” “You ought to have a reason.” She pressed on. “For starters, I have a girlfriend.” The way her eyes went so wide I though they would fall out of their sockets and her feet came to a halt. Her expression had me laughing so hard I had to lean against a wall to prevent myself f

My girlfriend, Loretta Summers, is an introvert and quiet by nature. Even our daily conversations are limited to things like, "Have you eaten?" or "Are you asleep?" Then, at a New Year's class reunion, I see her chatting animatedly with a guy, Ivan Lane. That is when I realize— it is time for us to break up.

He just smiled at her. ‘Well, I did a lot of fun things this weekend’. Oh, now wasn’t that an understatement. I grinned.. ‘But I spent the whole weekend with my girlfriend’. There was a collective ‘’Oooooo’’ from the room... He just laughed at them. Girlfriend huh? ‘What about you Violet? What did you do this weekend?’ ‘While I had a really good weekend, sir, it's nothing that would be appropriate to talk about here’. I told him, almost flirting which earnt another ‘’Oooooo’’ from the class.

It took me two seconds to understand what she just said and we both burst into laughter at the same time. "Maybe he's the moon secretary." We continued making stupid jokes and it was refreshing to have a friend I could be silly with. I used to do this with mecca but we haven't spoken since........well, since I left. "We need to do stuff like this more often" Evelyn said as we were walking back inside the house "Yeah we definitely should. It could be girls night out, a couple drinks or we binge watch movies" I suggested Evelyn's eyes suddenly lit up "oh I know" she said in excitement "my birthday is next week, we could use that as an excuse to go partying"

As the evening progressed, our discussions delved into lighter topics, sprinkled with laughter and playful banter. Time seemed to slip away too fast as we lost ourselves in the joy of each other’s company. The more we conversed, the more I discovered the depth of Meghan’s wit and intelligence. Her quick comebacks and clever remarks kept me on my toes, and I found it immensely rewarding to have her laughing at my jokes. We laughed about silly childhood memories, shared embarrassing moments from our past, and even debated the merits of our favorite movies and books. It was a delightful exchange of thoughts and perspectives, each conversation building upon the previous one.

I blurted immediately with a vigorous shake of my head. "Ugh! why?" She groaned in annoyance - swaying her arms demonstratively in the air as she asked. "Because I know myself and what I'll do should I get on that -- bed with you" I answered in a somewhat amused voice with a cheeky grin that only got Shelly even more pissed than calm. "And who gives a fu*k!?" She choked out in anger. "Um... my girlfriend gives a fu*k, I give a fu*k -- and you should give a fu*k too" I replied with my voice sounding almost playful than serious.

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

Or whatever other stupid, venom-laced remark she’d spit at me. And besides, even if – by some impossible miracle – she actually agreed to go on a date with me, what the hell would we even talk about? Her favorite color? Favorite music? As if I’d actually get anything meaningful from those lame, childish topics. Sure, in theory, I was curious. I wanted to know what made her tick, what made her laugh – or maybe cry. But in reality? Those were the worst conversation starters imaginable when it came to her.

I answered bitterly. "I just want to ask you if you're free this afternoon, can we meet and go for a walk? Do you like what you hear from me, huh?" He announced. "W-what? Why do we need to do that?" I asked him. "We need to talk..." "To talk about what? About you?" I snarled on the phone. "About the two of us. You're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend, right? And we need to talk a lot of things about us and how do we do it well. Have you forgotten that, huh?" I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes before I answer him.

I never expected that the words I had spent so long preparing would result in an outburst of laughter, with a few people even slapping the table. “Hey Evelyn, this is a bit much, don’t you think? We talk about everything here. I even joke about my wife being fat. What’s the big deal? Hahaha." The laughter in the room kept rolling in, as if turning one's wife into a joke was something to be proud of. I replied flatly, “What’s so impressive about mocking your wife? To be honest, it just shows how weak you are!”