“It's an irresistible urge for me. Or maybe an
immovable object. It’s something like that anyway. I don't know how not to do
it: I have decided to renovate you. Slap a little paint on here, and do this.
Fortunately, I don't think it's too extreme in our case. I may not have to use
the nail gun.
“This all goes along with that mend-and-tend urge
that a lot of us have. So while I’m doing these things, what are you doing for
me? …
"Okay, I so I come home every night and you’ll cook me dinner?
“You know I haven't been grocery shopping in
probably six months, and I have never had a man put a plate of food in front of
me where I didn't feel like I was about to be ‘holy-shit’ carried away and
raptured in a broom closet.
"Because I hardly ever, ever saw, in my entire life, a man bringing a plate of food to a woman. Except for maybe the pizza delivery guy a few times. But you’ve probably seen the DVD of that, too. I think it’s called ‘Big Sausage Pizza’ or something like that. The hole in the pizza box—really clever!”
"Because I hardly ever, ever saw, in my entire life, a man bringing a plate of food to a woman. Except for maybe the pizza delivery guy a few times. But you’ve probably seen the DVD of that, too. I think it’s called ‘Big Sausage Pizza’ or something like that. The hole in the pizza box—really clever!”
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