Sometimes when I'm bored I'll imagine scenarios specifically for having a partner who's into (non-sexual) things that I don't like.

Like winding up in a long-term relationship with a guy who's super into football. Do I care about football? No. Not a lick. But he's perfect in every other way so why wouldn't I encourage him to keep engaging in his favorite hobby?

So instead of watching the game when he has his/our friends over, I get to be little and sit on Daddy's lap on the couch while he watches the game. And all of his friends call me "cutie" and "tyke" and make jokes about teaching the little guy how to throw a football at the next barbecue.

He dresses me up in a little onesie in his team colors with a matching paci attached to it and it's fun because I get to eat junk food and play games on my Switch/DS and get kissed and tickled when his team scores.

When I get fussy and bored Daddy picks me up and bounces me on his lap and/or plays with my baby parts in front of everyone 🫣

Eventually I fall asleep curled up against his chest as the game goes into overtime and he carries me to bed during the commercial break