Love Part 2, The Sequel.

Small Act of Love #2: Allowing your partner (who may or may not have questionable taste in film and television) to have access to your Netflix account. This one seems like a no big deal, but I have single handedly destroyed my gentleman friend’s Netflix identity.  Before I lived with him, this is the kind of greeting he might get when he signed onto his account:

And then I moved in:

My gentleman friend gets a little frustrated by the kinds of suggestions we get on the Netflix now, but mostly he’s just confused:

Also, I refuse to feel ashamed or guilty of my taste in Netflix. If I didn’t watch the Babysitter’s Club movie, the Netflix would never have suggested Sabrina the Teenage Witch (the movie) and I would never have seen Ryan Reynolds looking like this (Roomie, you know you love it):

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What is love? (Baby don’t hurt me.)

I recently went to a wedding and it got me to thinking about that four letter word: LOVE. There are so many different ways to express it! A warm meal, a hug, getting up in front of all the people you love and promising to take care of your best friend for the rest of your lives, a valentine. There are a myriad of ways to show someone you care about them. But what I want to focus on are the smaller, more subtle ways that one could express love. Each post of this week, I’ll present an act of love that I have experienced or performed. Maybe yinz can even get inspired and use my blog to improve your relationships! As always, comments and suggestions (like cake and cookies) are welcome!

Small Act of Love #1: Not eating all the Italian Four Cheese Cheez-Its because you know that your gentleman friend might want to try them…because he was the one who bought them. Self control is something that I don’t have a lot of when it comes to snacks, but because I care so much for him, I really try to not eat all the good snacks before my gentleman friend gets home. Nothing says I love you like being able to keep your significant other in mind when you’re having a hypoglycemic werewolf snack attack*, right?

*This phrase was developed by my genius friend, Rachel.