Last time I felt loved, in the significant other sense, was when I went over to my then-gf’s place in the summer of 2006 and saw she’d bought a carton of no-pulp orange juice, just because I’m not into the pulpy stuff. (It turns out she didn’t love me in the end — she only found me a semi-interesting, semi-convenient diversion — but that wasn’t the question.)
In other senses, Berkeley jumping into bed at 5am any given night and curling up next to my leg, when he could stay asleep anywhere else in the apartment, counts too.
Aww, Kevin! The love of a pet is a pretty amazing thing. I definitely think dogs win out in that respect. A cat is more frustrating, and most of the time I don’t attribute too many human emotions to her silly little peanut-sized brain. But sometimes, when she nuzzles up beside me and starts kneading my belly and looking up at me like I’m her Mama… I give her the benefit of the doubt.
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Last time I felt loved, in the significant other sense, was when I went over to my then-gf’s place in the summer of 2006 and saw she’d bought a carton of no-pulp orange juice, just because I’m not into the pulpy stuff. (It turns out she didn’t love me in the end — she only found me a semi-interesting, semi-convenient diversion — but that wasn’t the question.)
In other senses, Berkeley jumping into bed at 5am any given night and curling up next to my leg, when he could stay asleep anywhere else in the apartment, counts too.
Aww, Kevin! The love of a pet is a pretty amazing thing. I definitely think dogs win out in that respect. A cat is more frustrating, and most of the time I don’t attribute too many human emotions to her silly little peanut-sized brain. But sometimes, when she nuzzles up beside me and starts kneading my belly and looking up at me like I’m her Mama… I give her the benefit of the doubt.