When do you know? What do you feel to know it's real?

Nov 13, 2008 22:25

How about this:
We're sitting at the end of a long table at the Moose Preserve, dining with my co-workers and their significant others or family members. The waitress brings out a plate of still steaming and gooey chocolate chip cookies. He has just taken his seat after searching out a waiter to get me another glass of Pino Grigio. We look at the cookies.
"I think I'm going to need a napkin" I say, eyeing the melting chocolate. I look up to see him tilt over onto his right hip and from his left pocket pull a napkin. It's a regular, square, thin napkin with pink flowers printed on it. The kind of napkin you buy bulk at the grocery store and stock in your cupboard or glove compartment of your car.
"What? Uh, there's a stack of napkins right there. Why did you have that in your pocket?"
And his reply is so silly, so sweet, so jaw-dropping and chock full of blatant pride at his ability to know me better than I even know myself:
"I've noticed that you usually use two napkins, so I grabbed one in case you needed an extra."

That's it, folks. I'm going to marry this one.
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