One of the characteristics of my relationship with Maymay that does not generally make the blogging consciousness is that we are adorable. Seriously, we are cuter together than two sugar-crazed five-year-olds on a cotton candy bender. Although in many ways our interactions mimic the kink of age play, our “small spaces” are primarily non-sexual. Instead, they are a sort of relaxation time in our relationships. A resting rate.
But not only are these moments cute, they are a little bit ridiculous. They make us sound insane. We have actually had people cross the street when they hear us coming.
As an example, today Maymay accidently dressed entirely in black, with black Converse sneakers. When he bounded up the stairs to the bar where we met for dinner, I laughed out loud. “Hello, emo boy,” I said when I caught my breath. He stuck out his lip and narrowed his eyes.
Later, as we walked home, he clasped both hands around my arm and tucked his head down on my collarbone as we walked. I nuzzled his hair with my cheekbone. “You are a wiggler,” I said.
“I protest that you are the one who wiggles!” he declared, his voice high pitched and muffled in my shoulder.
I started laughing. That’s the thing about small spaces. They are silly, and odd, but mostly they are gleeful.
“You’re like a tiny chibi emo,” I said to him.
“Chibi emo!’ he chirruped back.
“If you’re a chibi emo, shouldn’t you be crying tiny, adorable tears?”
He shook his head and said forcefully, “Just because I’m a chibi emo doesn’t mean I have to cry all the time!”
I grinned at him. “Oh my! Chibi emo rage!”
He pulled away from me and crossed his arms in a small, exaggerated huff. “You’re mocking my chibiness! How could you do such a thing?”
I started laughing harder. “Chibi emo indignation!”
And he stopped there on the sidewalk, threw back his head, and wrapped his arms around his stomach as he laughed. “That’s it,” he declared. “Chibi-emo-indignation: the cuteness quota has been reached. Officially, if we get any cuter, the world is going to explode.”
I wrapped my palm around his soft, dry fingertips and started walking again. He bumped his shoulder into my side. “I love you,” I said.
“Yay!” he said back. “I love you too.”
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I think I like your blog most because it doesn’t just tell me what you’re up to, it reminds me of you and Maymay. I can see you guys walking down the street and remember your smiles and gestures.
Chibi emo indignation
Finally, chibi emo resolution. And now the Tao is once again balanced.
::Tom can’t believe that he actually found this cute, let alone understood the entire exchange::
Yup. You two are ridiculously adorable, and so this post made me *giggle* *aww* and miss you guys in just about equal measure.
well if Tom understood the exchange I don’t feel so bad for it ;)
I have never even met you two, yet this interaction doesn’t surprise me at all! I am glad that you are still in love even after the stress of changing continents.
I think you need to illustrate these chibi-emo emotions of May, because it would be even more adorable then this post alone.
Um, this just made me completely and un-understandably happy :)
oh my god i miss you both so much that i think all of my skin might fall the heck off in one big sheet IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT YOU HORRIBLE SKIN-REMOVING PEOPLE?!?!interrobang?!
In general, I’m glad the cuteness translates. Because weird. But fun. But weird.
Maria, Rona, Maja, I miss you all terribly.
Wendy, that is a potentially brilliant idea, except I’ve never drawn a chibi. I’ll see what I can do.
Maja, um, I vote no on the skin removal?
I totally recognise this kind of interchange, my partner and I have a bit of a reputation (amongst those who don’t know us very well) for being a bit stern and serious, so they get a bit freaked when we forget ourselves and become cute bouncy bunnies in public.
I think lots of couples do this though? Not sure why, As you say, it’s letting your guard down, to do with closeness and not having to be grown-up all the time. It’s fun to be cute!
It figures that I can’t find the reference now that I could use it, but I remember reading/seeing more than one study about this exact phenomenon. In all the cases I can remember (about or three if memory serves), the researchers’ conclusions were that this kind of behavior engendered feelings of protectiveness and nurturing on the part of the partners, thus facilitating emotional bonding. According to these studies, youngness is also perceived as sexually attractive.
I guess this is all logical. Really though, I think it’s just fun.
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