A Deep Conversation

 
Yesterday I spent the day hanging out at the greenhouse and then later went home to paint my kitchen cupboards.  My whole place was painted to my spec when I moved in but the cupboards were something I decided to do later and never got around too until yesterday.
 
In the midst of all this meanial labor I thought a lot about ‘stuff’.  This thinking resulted in me and Desiree going for latte’s at 9pm and taking a walk around Port Dalhousie.  While sitting in the fresh air on a fence surrounding an empty patio and sipping our expensive drinks our conversation turned to the whole ‘friendship vs. relationship’ debate.
 
In a heart-felt manner I told Desiree that I am just not ready to date yet, that I want to be friends with my future partner first.  She just as dramatically agreed that this would be the best route for me.  Heaving a big sigh I jokingly commented that I draw the line at burping in front of them though…
 
To this, Desiree gave me the following reply: "No, you only burp in front of them when you’re married.  And then when you guys are fighting you wont be able to stop it from coming out no matter how hard you try – it just slips out! And then they think you’re disgusting for doing it…"
 
At this point I realized we were no longer talking about me and we shifted our focus.

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  1. How I knew that Sarah and I were friends first, and not simply dating:
     
    Sarah was driving her van and I was her passenger.  While eating some cold Wendy’s fries, one went down the wrong tube forcing me to cough.  I shut my mouth so fries wouldn’t go flying all over the van.  The pressure needed to go somewhere, so the fries got shut up the back of my sinuses (something that happens once in a while with me, especially with ground beef, don’t ask me why).  So, I was sitting there with fries stuck in the back of my nose.  I knew that if I didn’t extricate them right away, they would decompose there and give me a HORRIBLE infection.  There is only one way that I know of to get the fries out of the back of my nose and that is to suck back as much snot as I possibly can through my nose and into the back of my throat.  Realizing how disgusting this is to watch, I had to choose – 1) Leave the fries there and get the infection, or 2) suck it back and totally disgust Sarah.  Since we were just friends at the time, I decided to go with option 2.  Sarah started to crack up laughing, and it was all good.  Just friends is all good.

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  2. friends first is the way to go.  i remember one time when daddy pulled me aside for a heart-to-heart chat (because i’m his favourite!) and asked me what i thought about my relationship with derek (then called mario).  i told him that mario was just like a brother to me and the thought of dating him was revolting!  
    i hope that you remember the "friends first" conviction the next time that you pass up a visit with me for a possible run-in with some guy.  oi!

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