My boyfriend and I were comparing our kingdoms the other day.
You know, what we are ‘king of’ — our unique talents, our little quirks.
For example, he is the king of the non-sequitor. His rapid change of topic can give you whiplash.
He also will often preface even the most simple answer with a complex disclaimer. (He worked in advertising, so he gets it honest.)
When I asked him what quirks of mine he had noticed, he landed on, “You walk fast.”
He’s 6’2″. I’m 5’7″. And he thinks I have a fast stride.
Feeling pretty proud about that.
