It’s probably a good sign for “us” that when my boyfriend comes home and i am sitting spread eagle on the floor in just underwear and a baggy tee with my computer in my lap surrounded by what appears to be every single item in the fridge and half the cupboard he is utterly unfazed.

i actually think he would be surprised, and perhaps worried, to arrive home and find me fully clothed, made-up, and not snacking.