The second question on the title is one I find myself thinking a lot when around BF. Let’s make few things clear first, though. He’s just about the nicest, kindest person ever walk this Earth. He’s happy and cheerful and considerate. Way too good for me. But he’s also smart and really good at giving crap back. Just look at these examples:

Evidence A

I figured I’d play it cute for a game and dressed up in jeans, platform ankle boots, cashmere hoodie and this really cute handmade hat with matching scarf. The hat and scarf had flowers on them! I braided my hair ’cause I hate it when my hair just buffs out from under a hat. Open hair and any hat is usually a big no-no for me. Anyways, after the game, I’m chatting with some people and BF, who sees me and my outfit for the first time since leaving for the game, walks over.

“Let’s go, Longstockings!”

Needless to say, my “call-sign” with the team was thereafter “Longstockings”. Thank you, honey!

Evidence B

I wake up one morning from a deliciously dirty dream only to realise it’s not a dream. I mention out loud how nice this is.

BF (jokingly): Yeah, think about it, if we were married, this could be every morning.

Me: If we were married you’d have to pay for my shoes.

BF: You’d let me pay for your shoes?

I think for a while, which is rather challenging considering the naughty things BF’s doing at the same time.

Me: No, I wouldn’t. But you’d claim we need to buy a house, wouldn’t you?

BF: Yes.

Me: So you’d end up paying for the closets to store my shoes in.

BF (from under the blanket where he continues to do deliciously dirty things): Good thing we’re not getting married.

Evidence C

I pick BF up from practice. As he’s in a new team that doesn’t know me, it’s perfectly logical for me to dress up in contradicting styles every time I meet his teammates. Or wouldn’t you agree? So it’s small and cute one day, cold and elegant the other, girly, curly and bubbly today. Also, what you need to know is that BF has a history of injuries, so there’s several scars on his body, and most recent ones on his face. So, upon him coming out of the locker room I greet him with

“hey there, Frankenstein.”

BF sights. Takes in my flowery dress and heels with little bows on them and my full head of curls. He gives me a kiss and says

“very funny. You look cute, though, Esmeralda.”

I’m confused. I usually get the references.

Me: “Esmeralda?”

BF: Wasn’t that the gypsy girl slash love interest in the movie?

Me (after a long hard thinking session): That was Hunchback of Notre Dame!

BF: oh well, close enough. I’m not good with the classics, you know that.

Me: It’s a Disney movie!

BF: Exactly! They ripped off all the good ones.

Me: You’re making my head hurt.

BF (pulls me closer and gives me a kiss at the top of my head): Welcome to my life, littleone.