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.