Its getting close to that time of year. My birthday. My boyfriend told me last week that I'm the only person who ever gets him anything more than a lousy card and $20. My grandfather always gives me a sizable amount of money, my parents give me money too. But just once I'd really like someone to put some effort into getting me something. The time it takes to pick something I'd like, the anticipation of watching me open it and seeing my reaction. It's no wonder I feel like my family doesn't care. They don't know me well enough to think of one thing I'd want.
My boyfriend told me he was going to get me a nook (from Barnes and Noble) but that with unexpected expenses he wasn't going to be able to. Don't get me wrong, I'd love a nook. I'd love the shit out of it. He knows I miss reading, that I love to do it. But he doesn't know that the things I'd love from him cost way less than that.
I'd love if we had a nice dinner that I didn't cook. I'd love if we sat and talked. I'd love if he'd change his facebook status. I'd love if we made love instead of just had sex. All in all we're lookin at what, $50?
I'm not hard to please. In fact, theres no one easier to please. Because all I want is a little affection.
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