I always wonder how other couples’ relationships work – what they talk
about, if they brush their teeth side-by-side in the mirror every
morning, how they decide on big-ticket items. It’s the little things
couples do in public that make me stare and stand too close, trying to
eavesdrop on their conversations.
Like at Trader Joe’s the
other day: A couple was standing in front of the boxed fruit. The man
was holding a box of Asian Pears, and the woman was diligently trying
to pry the perfectly square plastic box open (despite the galvanized
tape) in order to … touch them, I guess. Calmly, the man used his
freakishly long index finger to lift the side so she could … yes, yes
... she wanted to touch them. And when she did, she immediately shook
her head and waved them away.
He picked up another box,
and they began another hushed and passionate conversation about – Asian
Pears. I tried to hear what they were saying, pretending that I cared
deeply about the Clementines sitting next to the pears. But they were
enormously secretive and careful not to let the rest of us know what
was so flippin’ interesting about Asian Pears.
Naturally,
this made me think about my husband, Larry, and me. I can’t even
imagine having a conversation that long about pears.
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