Men, take note.
He chose the movie Shutter. If you’ve ever seen this movie, I’m sorry, and if you haven’t, DON’T. I sat straight up and stiff, with my arms crossed over my chest. I’d taken a nonverbal communication class in college, and I was about to put that A to good use.
At the first “scary” part, he screamed and grabbed my hand.
Seriously?
One of my number one turn-offs is for a guy to play the girl role. Don’t scream like a girl. Don’t snuggle on me. Just don’t be a little bitch. Is that too much to ask? One time back in college, I woke up after one of my few sleepovers with Brady and saw him cuddled on my naked chest while I lied on my back with my arm around him. I felt like a dude. He woke up, looked up at me, and said, “Wow, I feel like a bitch.” It was hysterical, and we laughed about it, but at least he didn’t mean to do it.
I didn’t hold Jason’s hand back. I kept it stiff and scooted over as much on the couch as possible.
At the next scary part, he hid his face in my shoulder.
Oh, someone kill me.
