Remember Tuesday’s post? The one about the 10 traits I look for in a romantic partner? Well. Dale read that list and said he was so pleased to see that he pretty much personified every thing on the list. I pointed out that he rarely, if ever, cooks for me. I went on to suggest that since I was working and he wasn’t that perhaps he could cook dinner on Tuesday night.
He agreed and then asked me what to make for dinner. I refused to give him any suggestions, telling him that figuring out what to make is the biggest part of the problem and that if I was going to have to do that then I might as well cook, too. He called me an hour later and asked again. And then he called again, saying that he was on his way to the grocery store and wondered what I wanted for dinner. I reminded him that I make dinner every night and I do the planning and shopping and cooking without harassing anyone. This point seemed lost on him since he then called me again – this time from the grocery store – and asked what to make.
I sighed heavily and told him to forget the whole thing and I’d just make dinner as usual.
He came home with a dozen roses. I’d still have preferred the dinner but at least he went for something on the list. And he promised to make dinner one night next week.
I never thought my knitting blog would be useful as a marital tool. Heh.