Don't Cry For Me Argentina

Something rather sweet happened last night. No, it's not that kind of sweet thing that happens at night that you are thinking right now (gotcha!!).. hahahaha

More like sweet kind of sweet. Anyway here is what happened:

I saw something on the web that made me feel sorry for myself and I began sobbing. After a while, Henry (I call him Henry but his name is so far from Henry) notieed me sobbing and he comforted me and distracted me by making me laugh. Like what happens when you are being comforted, I began to cry even harder and felt more sorry for myself, saying things that made me pray to ask for forgiveness to God after the meltdown. So I said more self-pitying words that made Henry take pity on me and made him felt my pain that he sobbed too (makes me feel my lines were MMK material because men don't normally get affected with self-pitying crying women.

That was the point where I stopped sobbing. If men can't stand women who cry because it puts them in the position of being helpless, I too could not stand someone tearing up for me, specially if it's Henry.

So I straightened  myself up and cheered him and tried to make him laugh too. He wouldn't take my jokes and distractions at first but after a while, we were making each other laugh and jeer our private jokes. Soon enough we decided to sleep with me a little more convinced that he loves me. hahaha.