Boo walks over to me with two pairs of his boxer briefs. “Which one of these are dirty?” I take the first one in my hand, pull out the crotch area and take a whiff.
“Let me get the other one,” I said. He places the other boxer brief in my hand and I repeat the process.
“The first one, that’s the dirty one.”
“Thanks Boojeiry.” And with that Boo slips on his undies. He laughs and says, “You really love me.”
Hell yeah I do. If I didn’t, my nose hairs wouldn’t sizzle due to sniffing his odorous chonies. (I kid. They weren’t that bad.) I just so happen to love Boo so much that even his funky underwear make my heart flutter.
It’s surprising to me, really. Although I’ve made a career out of dishing on love, dating and relationships, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever have a private, personal and intimate moment like this with a man. I’ve never loved someone like this before – wholeheartedly, and without pretenses, embarrassment or fear. I didn’t know I would be the woman who sniffs her man’s boxer briefs, kisses his feet when he puts them in my face, and rubs his bunion when his gout acts up. I wasn’t sure I could give so selflessly. I use to be afraid that I could not give of myself in this way. I am a bit of a germaphobe. I can be self-absorbed. I also really hate sharing the food on my plate, yet Boo always manages to nibble off my meal – and I don’t mind at all.
Now I know why people sing about love: it does conquer all. It does feels good. It does leave you naked. And in this skin I love Boo more and more every day, so much that I happily take a whiff of his bodily juices.
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Heart Shaped Everything
I cooked breakfast one morning. Pancakes to be exact. I poured out the batter onto the pan without paying much attention. Because I was thinking of my boyfriend. When I looked down at the pan, I realized that I had made a heart-shaped pancake. The Universe doesn't lie. Photo Credit: Sujeiry Gonzalez.