There are benchmarks in every relationship and Anders & I have just passed a big one. We can now officially say that the spark has gone out of our relationship. We are like a pair of tired and shabby pajamas: comfy and well loved. How do I know? I’ll relate this little story...
This past Saturday, we hunkered down on the couch and readied ourselves for a marathon of Saturday night movies on the TV. The weather was crap, so we lit a fire in the fireplace. We had blankets, snacks, drinks and all was copasetic. As the credits of the third film were rolling, we leaned in for a kiss and missed. I opened my eyes to see what was going on and I saw only the gaping cavern of his mouth. Prince Charming decided in mid-pucker to yawn.
Anders is, of course, absolutely mortified. There was bit of backpedaling on his part and a bit of indignation on my part, with a touch merciless ribbing and laughter. (As I type this blog, he is hanging over my shoulder muttering “du er’ække snill” or “you’re mean”.) Honestly tho’, romantic moments such as these really ought to be commemorated, nay, immortalized for prosperity.
In other words, he’s never gonna live this down and he knows it.
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