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Okay, as you may or may not have heard, I am a huge theatre goer.

Duh.

Point is, my boyfriend brought me to a play on Friday. We got there early, made out on the roof of the theatre building, had a nice time. All was good.

THEN, folks, I discovered my pathetic inbred latent feminism and theatregoer mania. It was Waiting for Godot, which is the best, best, BEST play in the entire world. I adore Absurd Theatre. Mal knows this.
So, at one point, he leans over to try to kiss me.
Without even thinking of it, I elbowed him. BAMF. Upper arm, shoulder. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough that he couldn't have missed the signal.
Thank God he started snickering, because it was PURE instinct... and I took him out for icecream afterwards, whereupon we made up for said lost time.

I'm just amused at myself for my unrestrained minor acts of violence. Way to be subtle, and all.