My last ex had no real interest in comics whatsoever. Whenever she came over and I was reading them she'd lean on my back wrap her arms around my neck shoulder and read them with me. It was cute, eventually we could talk about comics cause we read them so much.
As much as I didn't mind and I would've gladly turn off any video game to pay attention to her, whenever she came over and I was playing a video game, she'd never say a word, she'd walk in and lay on the couch, head in my lap (out of the gutter fuckers) and watch me play.
While we are on the subject, I always thought one of the hottest things she did would be wearing my shirts (with nothing under) to bed. I'd come in ready to crash and she'd be wearing one of them and boyshorts, and that would be it. I don't know why exactly that was a turn on for me.
Alas... no butterflies.
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