So, I just had an amazing breakfast.
Eggs, sausage, bacon, pancakes, potatoes…the works, you know?
There was no ketchup. I didn’t enjoy my meal as much as I could’ve.
only an hour and a half of being home, the girlfriend and I engage in another argument.
I lock myself in the bathroom and start doing the general female upkeep (eyebrows, nails etc…).
She goes to the store.
30 minutes later she knocks on the bathroom door and tells me she got me something.
I start thinking she brought me flowers and is going to apologize, so I unlock the door.
She stands there with a goofy grin holding cottage cheese…I’m lactose intolerant.
Stupid romantic comedies made my expectations in a relationship too high.