I rarely ever use my cuteness to gain things in my relationship. I am also not a crier. I don't do those things to gain my man's attention and get what I want. I usually just ask and then if it's a no, I do it myself.
However. . . .
I did use up one of my times yesterday for DQ. YUP a big, fat, full of fat BLIZZARD. We were sitting on the couch watching TV (sigh, I haven't figured out how to read while he is watching tv yet) and I realized I really wanted a dessert. In fact, I had been craving a blizzard and asked about four times that afternoon, but alas, still hadn't made our way over there. I had reached that phase where I really could live without it if, I had to go get it myself. So . . . insanity ensues.
ME: Honey, will you go get me a blizzard?
I sigh and lean back. Thinking about the blizzard my tummy would love to devour. I look at my boyfriend and say, PLEASE?
HIM: NOO. I don't want to go. I am comfortable.
ME: Damn it. Please?
I lean back again, bummed. I hate to push him, but . . . .
ME: Honey, please will you get me one? Please? Please? Pretty please?
He looks at me with rage and annoyance.
HIM: No if you want one, go get it.
I stare at him with what I think is the annoying love look while I flutter my eyes and try to look cute and needy. This look never works for me, but can occasionally get a laugh out of him which was what I was going for since I had pushed too far. SUCCESS! A laugh, albeit, an annoyed one.
Done! I am not asking again. Sigh, sorry blizzard. Not tonight.
20 minutes later . . .
My boyfriend huffs off the couch, cussing under his breath. As he walks by the kitchen, his roommate gives his DQ order. I stop and turn, then laugh.
ME: What? You're going?
HIM: I GUESS SO!
His roommate and I laugh conspiratorially, knowing I won, but sad that he's pissed.
Later, as my belly is being filled with scrumptious, wonderful blizzard . . .
ME: Thank you! I am sorry that I pushed you.
HIM: NO YOU'RE NOT!
Sigh, goodness comes with a price.