My Girlfriend's Complete Lack of Social Tact

I love my girlfriend very much, although we do come to many disagreements over many different things. Coping is an important part of dealing with life, at least thats what the court suggested therapist that I went to once and never again told me. So I thought I would cope with my biggest peeve about my girlfirend here to you non existant readers.

First thing off, she has absolutely no problem telling me who she thinks is cute. That I really don't mind in itself. It's natural to still become physically attracted to other people when in a committed relationship. (GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU GOD DAMN FLY! STOP BOTHERING ME WHILE I TYPE THIS YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER!)

But if one of those so called 'cuties' were to approach her, as I have just had the experience of seeing firsthand, she has no problem flirting with them. Once again, this does not bother me at all normally. It's one thing to flirt, but to do it right in front of your boyfriend? That seems a little fucked up to me.

The next part of this little rant is about what could be considered physical abuse. She will smack me over the slightest thing, or hit me in the shoulders or chest. I can't possibly consider this abuse because she isn't strong enough to cause me any physical distress, but it is still embarrasing to be smacked around by a girl two years younger than you in public, without being able to respond because that would be assault.

I must sidebar for a brief moment and talk to you about a Target employee named Andrew. This isn't at the Target I work at, but a different one My girlfriend works at. She does promotional work for various stores in the area, and this one happens to contain the nefarious douche called Andrew. (GO AWAY FLY! JESUS CHRIST.)

As I write this I asked her his name, being torn by my inability to distinguish his name from Alexander in my peripheal vision, She told me to call him Andy. she immedietly followed this up with saying that we should name one of our kids Andy someday. If you haven't put it together, Andrew was the person she was flirting with in front of me. Talk about lack of tact.

And while I'm going to allow her to read this, (after backing it up and hiding it of course, all my posts are first typed in Notepad, because I work best with it.) I figure I can say something embarassing about her, as no one else will read this anyways.

My girlfriend apparently got wet from looking at Edward and Jacob barbie dolls. (Quick Sidebar: After mimicking pouring soda on my laptop I told her that intentionally destroying my $1200 PC would be break up worthy, she said very plainly she doesn't need me. Nice.) She probably said it to piss me off because I, like everyone else who isn't who doesn't have an IQ smaller than their height in inches, hate the Twilight books and films (Seriously, vampires and werewolves are about as original as WWII video games.). She was looking at it and announced to me and anyone within 10 feet that she practically just came. Wow, I wonder what it is like to live so shamelessly.

To return to the thesis of this post, I love my girlfriend, although she tends to be socially awkward in the complete opposite way that I am.