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Odd thing...
The girlfriend before my last one once said to me something like "we should have a place we go... you know, if i say 'hey meet me at our place'..." This was after work one night and we'd arrived at my apartment after I talked to her and said we'd meet there.
I then responded, "what, like a place we go where we're happy and content... and comfortable?"
She says, "yeah. So... if i was talking to you and i said hey, meet me at our place... what would be it?"
And I thought for a quick moment, looked her right in the eyes and smiled, and leaned down and buried my face between her exposed boobs.
She laughed a bit, then continued to watch TV and run her fingers through my hair, and I stayed buried for several minutes.
True story. From then on, if I ever referred to "my happy place"... like if something crappy is going on and you just want to disappear and go to your "happy place", she would laugh almost uncontrollably to my delight, and the confusion of anyone who had heard my relatively innocuous comment and was then watching her giggle without end.
She was great- and she was a lot like me in some personality traits... like as long as the other person is happy, i'm happy. So while I lay there with boobies pressed against my face, she couldn't have been more happy or content, because I was. Though the mechanism isn't perhaps the most noble, the show of affection of "your happiness makes me happy" is quite something, and I miss that.
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