A Love Story

Mar 02, 2010 00:31

So, I'm downstairs doing my thing because the wife is upstairs watching The Bachelor. It's not that I won't ever watch The Bachelor - I watched most all of one show a few weeks ago - but this particular bachelor is pretty lame, and I'm not into glam women who wear too much makeup, and after 30 minutes I knew which girl he was going to choose to make miserable. I was right.

But I digress. Joni comes down asking if we have any Coke in the house.

"No, but I'll be happy to run out for you if you want," I say.

"No, that's OK," she says before retreating back upstairs.

The show ends and she comes back down an hour later.

"Did you get any Coke," she asks?

"Uh, no. You told me not to go."

"Yeah, but I thought you'd go anyway."

This story is probably familiar to those of you who have been involved with a significant other for any length of time. This isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened to me, at least. The first time, in a prior relationship, I was really thrown for a loop. I thought to myself, WTF, and then beat myself up for being so, I don't know, unintuitive and insensitive. But this time I just had to laugh. You sleep with someone, a switch goes off and now you can automatically read their mind.

So, yeah, I then ran out and got the Coke. Because I love her.

And I came back home.

And she was sleeping.
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