hits close to home, bruhs lucky to have a chick like that even though shyt might get a bit tiresome --at times.
me and my girl playfully talk mad shyt to each other all the time. Cant be Lovey-Dovey all the time; gotta test each other's wit and and thick skin on some 'steel sharpens steel' type shyt. We wrestle, smack the shyt outta each other with pool noodles/pillows and have Nerf gun battles, play GTA online .
it's great bonding exercise, good cardio and builds sexual tension like crazy. Nothing gets me more bricked up than her unexpectedly doing something flirtatious in the middle of wrestling like biting my chest/neck or wrapping her legs around me to make me fall on top of her . at that point, I'm camping out in the p*ssy and going downstairs to get us both dessert, dem post-sex sugar cravings be a monster.
aint always about that either, those moments were we make each other laugh hysterically in public like a diner are the best.
I'm a happy drunk and a light weight, one time I ordered this big ass $22 fruity sweet drink that was made with Maker's Mark whiskey and put on a comedy clinic that night and tipped our waitress $25.
My girl knows that moment I flip the switch to jolly ,drunk Rhyme, I get a devious uncontrollable perma-smirk like the joker, laughing hysterically staring into space and my intrusive thoughts take over and my overly active imagination doesnt make shyt no better. I'm a menace in a hilarious way. I'm funny and laid back sober, but that liquor have me out here like Buddy Love in Nutty Professor.
Even my girl, whose the more extroverted between us starts getting like

but eventually my contagious drunkenness influences her and we both are a bunch of cackiling maniacs.
when folks say "it's the liitle things that mean the most", it's shyt like what i'm describing. You gotta play together to stay together. An endless cycle of fukking and eating only gets a relationship so far. take off the grown up suit and just be ridiculous.; let that inner-kid come out sometimes.