After a rather low-key weekend for two preferred-busy individuals, by Sunday afternoon my boyfriend, Matt, and I were lingering around the kitchen feeling antsy about potential evening plans.
Sure, it was Superbowl Sunday...but the obvious evening activity was one we preferred to avoid.
Matt: What do you want to do?
Me: It doesn't matter?
...is this a time where you'd like me to provide a list of options or just be silent?
Matt: You can provide options.
Options were provided, undecidedness prevailed.
After a tag "your it" slap I chased him in a small circle around the kitchen island. The chase turned into a lap...which turned into another lap.
We ran in circles. Frantically. Mouths open. Laughing. Spastic.
Lap after lap...
It eventually reached that moment, where deep down you know your activity has ran it's course...yet you are still participating. I thought..."yea, it's time to stop"...but we didn't.
It went on too long for normalcy.
I felt like a dog and I didn't mind it.
I felt embarrassed yet rejuvenated.
Both feeling slightly awkward for letting that go on as long as it had...the decision was made...doesn't matter the plans, we needed to leave the apartment.