Funny Topics To Talk About With Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"I usually don't, but I guess I needed to see my boyfriend, who went awol on me and didn't even call." "That boyfriend must be stupid to do that to a beautiful woman like you." She smiled and said, "Nope, he is just going through a hard time, but he may be a little stupid though." We both laughed. It has been a long time since I laughed so heartily; it's as if everything went downhill immediately after Dad gave up. I missed the days I spent with her talking about nothing in particular and having so much fun. "Heck, I don't even know what fun looks like these days," I whispered to myself.

We both laughed at our conjoined high and became boyishly exuberant about just about everything. Everything was funny or interesting or engaging. We talked about everything—our various teams and jobs and shows and movies that we liked. I was so glad I had agreed to hang out with him. My earlier nervousness had completely dissipated as we discovered just how many different interests and passions we shared. We even talked about our sex life. I mentioned how kinky and horny Maddy and I liked to be and how awesome the sex was in our young marriage. He was immediately drawn in by this topic.

“So, what’s your favorite thing to do? Changing the subject to get off the depressing stuff.” “I love to shoot pool. I think I’m pretty good at it. My boyfriend showed me how to play better. How about you?” “I used to love four-wheeling. I don’t do anything anymore. Every once in a while I might go out and have a drink or two. This is the most I’ve talked to someone other than my family. It’s nice to just be able to sit and have a conversation, even if it is just through text.” “I agree. Well, Kevin, my time is almost up. And my son is getting hungry. I’ll get on here again and shoot you a message just to check on you. Maybe we can chat again sometime. Take care.”

“No, I meant, shit. I’m bad at this.” “Considering I have no idea why you’re talking to me? Yeah, you’re pretty bad at conversing,” I said with a smile. He laughed. “I wanted to know if you or your boyfriend liked board games.” “Like Monopoly or Clue?” I asked. This guy was weird, and I started heading toward the student center again.

Talk about being really obsessed. “Well, whatever. Anyways, what have you been up to? How has it been with the family, and your boyfriend. I really want us to talk about everything because I feel like we won’t see each other this much again, to talk like this. So tell me every bit and detail.” I said and Jimmy day up excitedly.

I ended up lying to him and I don’t even know why. Tristan and I enjoyed continuing the conversation while drinking scotch. I asked to take a photo with him and he said yes. I actually learned some stuff from him that I haven’t heard before and it’s mostly about relationship. He told me his story with his boyfriend, how they met and how they basically had fights here and there.

I looked away, knowing that if I didn’t, I’d make a fool of myself. When his laughter died down, he took another shot of his drink. "So, I hear you have a boyfriend." Holy shit. I tensed, gripping my glass. "That’s an interesting topic to open with." He watched me closely. "Is that why you’re rejecting my sister?" This conversation was inevitable. I wasn’t surprised he was bringing it up. Perhaps I should tell him I made it up, but why bother? It’s not like he felt the bond anyway. "You seem awfully invested in my love life," I said casually.

“Let’s say… four months? That’s enough time to know each other well but still be in the ‘honeymoon phase.’” I nodded, jotting it down. “Okay, and how do we spend time together? My mom is definitely going to ask about that. She’s a sucker for details.” Julian smirked. “Well, we’ve been on a few real dates now, so we can pull from those. Dinner dates, coffee runs, walks in the park. Normal couple stuff.” I tapped my pen against the notebook thoughtfully. “What about hobbies? My dad’s probably going to ask what we ‘bond over.’”

I decided to lighten the mood and chat to him like we did when we first met, how easy it flowed. I asked him about his plans for the rest of the weekend, then we discussed mine, and it actually lightened our moods and the vibe got better between us, we were actually smiling again as we spoke. Our food come, and we ate as we carried on talking, the conversation was flittering from subject to subject as we talked about our hobbies and work. I told him how I loved art and he talked about his love for playing hockey and football. When I finished my food I sat back in my chair, finishing the last of my drink… “mmm, that was yummy, but wow I’m full”.

“That means you care about this. Now. Tell me. What brought you here?” I fiddled with the hem of my skirt. “My… my boyfriend. Ex. He broke up with me.” “Why?” Heat crawled up my neck. I wished the ground would swallow me. “Because he said I was… boring. In bed.” Silence. Then a soft chuckle. “Interesting.” I glared at him, cheeks burning. “It’s not funny.” “It’s not.” His lips curved slightly, that piercing glinting as he spoke. “But the way you said it, like you actually believed it - that’s what I find interesting.”