sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo
My girlfriend is weird
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My girlfriend can be funny sometimes, not intentionally of course. She's also Turkish, and because I'm a bit useless we communicate in English, which gives me great scope for mockery. Here's a diary of her oddities firstly to use as ammo when she says, "really honey, I'm not that weird", and to show to our kids one day and say, "Look! Look what I had to endure and recruit them to my side. "
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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When you're sleepy
Sometimes, just sometimes, when you wake up in the middle of the night by surprise, you call for your mum. You're 28.
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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This weekend the girlfriend and I ended up walking up a rather big hill to this ancient Greek Orthodox church on one of the islands outside Istanbul. So, we were looking around this church, looking at the frescoes and enjoying that calm silence that exists in churches that have been around for centuries. The girlfriend slyly sidles up to me, whispering, “Mooji, don’t laugh at me, because I don’t know these things, but is it rude to fart in church?”   
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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The other night I let slip that I’m planning a surprise for the girlfriend to the girlfriend, and that was it, it was time for a game of 20 questions. But first, to be sure that I was giving honest answers, she puts her face 1.2546 mm from my face, turns on the sweet lovey dovey voice, “Mooji, can I eat the surprise?” “I am not telling you.” So she pulls closer, 0.43555621 mm, eyes crossed looking at me, whispering now, “Mooji, is it hidden in the house?” “Honey, I’m not telling you.” “Okay, okay,” she sighs, looks down, and then back to me. “Mooji!” more assertive now, “Is it something I can wear?” .... And so it continued.  
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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Went for a walk the other day. Girlfriend, overcome with excitement, buys a kite. Danced with it for the next two miles, got bored of the kite, and now it lives under the desk in the living room.
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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Update: the morning after sneakily putting the love notes in the girlfriend’s shoes .... She puts on shoes as we leave the flat together. I’m surprised to hear no comments or see any weird faces. Walking down the hill to the taxi, still noting. In the taxi, unable to contain this, “How are your shoes today honey?” “Yeah, fine.” “Are you sure? Nothing weird in them?” ... (wiggling her toes in her shoes) “Ahhhh yeah, how did you know ...” Ooof, trying to be romantic, but confounded by her lack of curiosity. She’s definitely getting a spider next time! 
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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You know this is turning into a long-term relationship when: 
When you’re stressing about what to wear for work ten minutes before you have to leave the house and you don’t have that, “oooh I can wear her clothes” feeling, because her clothes are already my clothes 
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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Tonight I put a cute little message on a piece of paper and put it in the girlfriend’s shoes, so tomorrow morning when she’s going to work she’ll find it and go “ahhhh”. Tomorrow I will put a plastic spider in there, “ahhhhh”. Its going to be great. 
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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The girlfriend is out late having drinks with friends. Am I worried and up waiting for her to come back? Oh no my friends. I am using this as an opportunity to take full advantage of her side of the bed, safe in the knowledge that I will be asleep (next to the fan) and looking “too cute” for her to push me to my side (sans fan) of the bed when she comes back in all hot and bothered from walking up the hill. 
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sheisaweirdobutmyweirdo · 8 years ago
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Last week she was wandering around the bathroom on a particularly sleepy morning ....
“Ooof, I can’t see” and proceeds to leave bathroom and pace up and down the corridor, winking.
“Really, honey, I can’t see!” a bit more pacing followed by taking her lenses out and putting them in again.
(Meanwhile, I brush my teeth watching this circus)
“I still can’t see ya!” more winking in the mirror
I spit toothpaste into the sink, dab mouth with towel, “Honey, that’s because you’re putting in my contact lenses.” 
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