! D i r t y H o !

we were chillin and I decided I wanted to wrestle…it was all fun & sexy games until...

i took the friendliest sucker punch to my soft, defenseless gut. [lawd. have. mercy.] it just plain hurt. i wasn't mad though; he was just playing around and got a little too heavy handed--besides, im the one who initiated the roughhousing…well…that's what I told myself but I was mad. i HAD to get him back for that.

i threw around my body weight with the intent of man-handling him…I failed :-\. In my new found aggression, he saw how serious I'd become so he decided to lighten my mood by attacking my midsection with his big-ass hands. Relentlessly, he tickled me; to the point that i was violently flailing about so i could get away from him...in doing so i accidentally punched him in the face [...oops :-S... ]. he was a.n.g.e.r.e.d. and so he set out to show me who exactly wears the wrestling-pants…

I found out that, in fact, I do not wear those pants.

both of us had now been injured by each other's clumsiness, yet, we still hadn't learned a big enough lesson to call it quits.

The childish tousling and shoving made it's way out of the bedroom into the hall and almost through the wall(!!) when I ran at him and pushed him against it and felt it buckle...

[WAIT. HOLD UP. "STOP THE HORSEPLAY RIGHT NOW".]

I put all of the madness on pause to survey the damage because my $750 security deposit flashed before my eyes…I looked it over for a good minute and a half…and then we were back at it...

moving out of the hallway toward the refrigerator, it was an absolute fluke of hyperactivity and revenge, i hip tossed his all of his 145lbs onto the kitchen floor. He'd officially had enough. He trapped me in some kind of UFC death grip wherein I was rendered completely immobile for an entire 7 minutes, until I swore I would stop all the nonsense.

by the end of it all we were worn out; sweaty, sore and still mad at each other for all of the accidentals.

It all started as a game. We vowed never to play again.