Men will be boys.

My boyfriend has a weekly routine of playing badminton with his buddies. I don’t really fancy that because I’m just clingy & psychotic like that. So I always try to get him out of it, feigning tonnes of excuses to get him to spend time with me instead of his racquet and the shuddercock. Most times he accommodates but sometimes he blew me off.

These couple of weeks though, he’s been really good, spending all his time with me instead of hitting the court. I’ve been very pleased and thought he had finally come to his senses on how a majorly enjoyable company I am and how he loves me so much that he wants to spend every waking minute with me. I of course, took care not to ask him why he hadn’t been playing badminton lest it reminded him of how much he enjoys the game and decided to go back to leaving me alone for two hours and then coming home in perspiration soaked clothes that stink up the apartment.

Today, while on the way to dinner, he suddenly mentioned that he hadn’t been playing badminton for so long and he misses it. As the understanding girlfriend, of course I was forced to ask him in the most tender way, “How come you haven’t been playing, babber?”

“Cause I want to spend time with you lor”. My heart star burst into a million rays of pure love. Safe to say, I was in a great mood despite my tiring day at work.

A while later, we chatted about Charlie, our canine son. How his smell permeated his new car and all and how useful the car seat covers for pets are. I wholeheartedly agreed with him…..till he said, “Yeah, I’m planning to buy one for the driver’s seat too so that my sweat won’t get absorbed into it”.


15 thoughts on “Men will be boys.”

  1. hmm.. now you complain he spend too much time on the courts. when he gets fat for not working out, you will complain he is fat!! hahaha…

    i agree with eyeris…

    and you should never try to change him because this person who always play badminton is the person you fell in love with, right? besides, its a weekly event and its not like he is on the courts 5 times a week…

  2. hey, at least the first answer came out right (sort of!)… :D they let slip all sorts of interesting thoughts when off-guard hor? thanks for the Friday morning laugh!

  3. My other half has squash for 2 hours once a week. The guys all go for pizza after that, whereas mine comes home. :) I cook him extra special dinner on squash nights coz of this :P Let him have his badminton nights la. At least its not nights out with the guys at the pub.

  4. Only 2 hours a week and you won’t even let him go? That’s pretty selfish. And it’s just badminton, not long nights of drinking sessions with his buddies.

  5. eyeris: i let him drink :P

    crash: yeah, am hard to satisfy hahaha no, when i met him he doesn’t even know how to play it. i regret introducing it to him wtf

    bee: glad u see the humour in it, albeit the only one hahaha

    ky: i’m happy in bedroom department :P

    suanie: 2 hours means no dinner before and sweaty icky clothes after urgh

    lotsofcraving: what about me????

    whimsicaljottings: mine plays at night, so he gets home about midnight. my main problem with it is i dont get to have a proper dinner w him before the game (coz it makes him uncomfortable while playing) and im anal about my eating sigh. if he played on the weekends in the morning or afternoon i don’t mind lah, but that’s next to impossible. he’s not a morning person and afternoon he’s still zzzz fml

    joyce: we already don’t see each other 15 hours everyday, sleep + work!

    steph: yeah, obviously i’m selfish. at least he knows that and i don’t deny it. unlike some women who keep everything to themselves, including pretending to be the cool gf okaying the long drinking sessions and then have major fights about it, such a healthy relationship!

  6. Your hot and all but seriously i pity your boyfriend.

    He will get fed up and leave, or else he is weak.

    Do you really want to be with weak man?

    But what do i know.

    Seems like a nice guy.

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