Fun At Parties, Hell At Home
For me, it’s the small things.
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Making me laugh.
Watching a new show.
Giving me a few hours of solitude.
Philosophizing.
For me, I’m all about the classics.
Dinner and a movie.
Bonus points if it’s a Mexican restaurant and a comedy (or a scary thriller).
Amusement parks are a must.
And, speaking of amusements and thrills, I don’t need much. I don’t need to be ravaged, per se.
Belly scratches. Hands lingering there.
Butt grabs and slaps. Definitely.
Keep me guessing. When I least expect it.
Adventures are my true weakness, and they don’t have to be risky or grand. A cactus garden will do.
If anything, get me out of the house, get me outdoors, in nature, in the water. I love the water, despite being a fire sign.
A good rule of thumb about me: I’m fun at parties and hell at home.
But at home, let me treat you like royalty.
I don’t mind working in the galley or in the yard or garage. I’m better there, toiling away on something.
Working to serve those I love, in fact, is my love language.
But at the very least, please show up when I call, “Dinner!”
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