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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