Rivaflowz.com: Relationships: Unmasking Love

I don?t think I?ve ever farted in front of my significant other. In fact, I?m pretty sure I did I super cartwheel out of bed, over the bed bench and baseball slide out of the bedroom door just to do it. I?ve bucked a toe or two with these fast moves. Hurts like hell.

When my boyfriend and I first started dating, I wouldn?t even let him see my morning face. He?d wake up to a clean mouth, astringent-cleaned face and a spritz of Victoria Secret.

I?d followed a friend?s advice: ?For the first three months, you never let him catch you slipping girl. Don?t let him wake up to morning breath, keep the sweats in the drawer and keep that lip gloss on deck!? For a tomboy with a vast sneaker collection, three pairs of heels and one lip gloss to her name; I was devastated. Keeping up these shenanigans for three months was going to be madness. Then it hit me. Wouldn?t he discover ?true me? after three months? Would he stick around then? If he?s going to leave, why should I stop him now? My friend is a fool. Love her to death, but trying to maintain and play these cat and mouse games to win over someone who?s already won, is wack. This beckons the question: At what point of the relationship, do we stop wearing our masks? If I backtrack through my union, I remember the exact point that I did. We met up with some friends at a beer garden in Long Island City for some fun. I?m still quite the inexperienced drinker; I mixed a Long Island Iced Tea with two beers. It wasn?t the greatest idea. Halfway back to the car, I stumbled over a few sidewalk cracks before I realized that my ?Oops my bad? had a slur. My new boyfriend laughed and giggled, even when I sat on a random brownstone steps, folded my arms and grimaced at him. ?What?s so funny?? I asked him. He smiled. ?You are. I?ve never seen you without inhibition.? At that moment all I could think about was prohibition. I grabbed hold of his arm, pulled it in the direction of the car and started to walk again. That night I threw up approximately three times and sprawled across the white sheets like a drunken snow angel. When I woke up the next morning, still a little hazy, he wasn?t beside me. I tiptoed to the living room where I found him, awake on the couch, grinning up at me. ?Drunk girlfriend! I see you?re awake. Sorry, there was no room on the bed for me.? I laughed and sat down beside him. For the first time, we spent the morning together; no make-up, last night?s clothes, morning breath and all. As the sun peeked through the blinds of the living room, he pinched my nose and said, ?Breakfast?? Why I didn?t do this earlier? A great weight was lifted off of my shoulder. During the next few months he?d find out about my sneaker collection and push me to wear them, he?d tell me that he loved my face pre-makeup and that my bad-hair-day hat was cute. This post is for all the girls who are obsessed with matching bra?s and panties, chipped nail polish and that little red dress. It?s for all the women who pretend they don?t have a past in order to keep their future. This is for the Sydney Shaws (Brown Sugar) who are awkward and clumsy and want nothing more than their best friends to fall in love with them.

If he doesn't love you for you now, he won't later on.

Our boyfriends should be our best friends: The people we aren?t afraid to show our flaws to, the person who has seen us at our best and our worst and the man who?ll deny you of your mask. Through play fights, my Ciara impersonation in the mirror and my ridiculously loud laugh at the movie theatres; I?ve learned that I?m loved for me. What was/is your mask? Are you still wearing it?

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