And they're dull!
Please excuse the exclamation point.
We just spent a week in a ranch house in North Carolina, and he found it all fabulous, the enormous fridge, the giiant cars, the five pound sirloin steaks and homemade pesto and wireless everything... he should have been bored... but wasn't! He actually preferred it to New York.
I was left feeling.... dull. Next to my mother, in pearls, serving meat loaf.
He amused himself endlessly with the "poetry" magnets on the refridgerator, and the maggot-infested stuffed animals in the rec room.
Help!
How can I convince my boyfriend I'm interesting again when he's in love with a bunch of redneck hoodlums and now he thinks I'm a snob just because I ignored the security service man at the airport who sias we can't park and smoke at the same time when loading luggage?!
I'm more interesting than my family, damnit. But he loves them, and not me!