Thursday, March 31, 2011

How my relationship grows

The husband and I dated for about a year before we lived together.  During that time, he was living in a fraternity house and I was living with my parents [long story as to why; let's just pretend I needed a cover story for being a super-secret agent].  We spent most of our weekends together at his frat house.  Where, I'd say, about 75% of his frat bros saw me naked.  Not a lot of door-knocking going on there.

Luckily, I'm not a super bashful person. In fact, I'm that woman you see in the locker room, really going to town drying herself off.  Sorry, but I have zero interest in damp underwear.

Anyway, this not about me being naked, nor is it about spending weekends in a frat house, nor is it about my life as a secret agent.  Although these would all be interesting posts, I'm sure.

Instead, this is about the first time I made dinner for my husband - then my boyfriend. Or lover.  Yeah, let's go with lover.  Boyfriend is so 9th grade.

I invited him over and asked him what he wanted.  He said he didn't care.

This, as you may imagine, pissed me off. 

Not care?  Not care what I was going to make for dinner?  Really, asshole?

So I kept asking what he wanted, and he kept saying he didn't care, that anything was fine, until finally, I slapped a can of black olives on the table and said, "Fine.  We're having olives for dinner.  I hope you're happy."

At which point he apologized for upsetting me, which I graciously accepted, and then I think we ordered carry-out.

Of course, I later learned that he is not a fan of olives.  So I'm not sure if his apology was heart-felt.

Which kind of pisses me off.  Again.

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Still sick, so I'm was happy to find this prompt - a memorable dinner.

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19 comments:

  1. KirMarch 31, 2011 at 9:13 AM

    See the VAPORS produce lots of FUNNY, you bring it!!!!

    I truly hate olives, but him not answering, I hate that more. LOL

    xo

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  2. AnonymousMarch 31, 2011 at 9:21 AM

    I hope that taught him not to not answer you! Funny story. Stopping by from Mama Kat's.

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  3. KLZMarch 31, 2011 at 10:32 AM

    This? This is very funny.

    And olives are gross.

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  4. SuniverseMarch 31, 2011 at 11:00 AM

    DaisyGal - I think the vapors ARE adding to the funny. Or delirium.

    Pegbur7 - You'd have thought he would have learned his lesson. You'd be wrong.

    KLZ - Thanks! That means a lot. Even though you're wrong about olives.

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  5. Kristy @LoveandblasphemyMarch 31, 2011 at 11:02 AM

    That was great. I am a fan of eating whole cans of olives though. I am quite impressed with your naked-ness abilities. I have always wished I was a little less bashful in that area. Confidence is sexy.

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  6. AnonymousMarch 31, 2011 at 11:11 AM

    Isn't it great to find a prompt you find easy when you aren't feeling well! I was kind of hoping the post was about you being a secret agent....you are remaining sunonymous after all:)

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  7. JennersMarch 31, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    I just loved this. And I have seen "your type" going to town in the locker room. I'm the wimp hiding in the bathroom stall trying to put clothes on over my wet skin.

    And next time someone gives me crap about dinner, I'm slapping down a can of olives! Great idea.

    Thanks for the visit earlier.

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  8. AlexandraMarch 31, 2011 at 1:05 PM

    Oh...we ARE sisterloverblogsbians....my husband and I had our first fight OVER what our first meal as married couple should be.

    Momentous, right?

    HE HAD THE NERVE TO SAY "I DON"T CARE."

    Right there, at Sentry Foods, the man says to his new BEAUTIFUL bride, regarding their first meal as a married couple, in their first home, " I DON"T CARE."

    Oh, yeah, he got nothing that night...and I don't mean just the meal.

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  9. ShellMarch 31, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    oh, I hate when people say they don't know or don't care.

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  10. Jenni Chiu @MommyNaniBooboo March 31, 2011 at 1:40 PM

    Saying "I don't care" blows the big one!
    Also- olives are yummy and wet underwear is absolutely unnecessary.

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  11. AndygirlMarch 31, 2011 at 2:01 PM

    BAHA! you told him.

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  12. UnknownMarch 31, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    My huz says that a lot (I don't care) when I ask him what he wants for dinner. He thinks he's being polite. Not! Next time he does it, it's olives for him.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog!

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  13. HeathRobotsMarch 31, 2011 at 5:06 PM

    Calling him your lover made me think of that Will Ferrell/Rachel Dratch SNL skit of the lovahs in the hot tub. Which is where they ate their meals. You guys should totally do that. Added bonus: you will get to vigorously towel off afterward!

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  14. TarjaMarch 31, 2011 at 6:14 PM

    And this is why I make dinner as rarely as possible. It always gets me into trouble.

    I love olives and would have been quite pleased had you thrown a can my way.

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  15. magnoliaMarch 31, 2011 at 6:17 PM

    what IS it with boys and their complete inability or unwillingness to answer these questions? the man does the same damn thing when i ask him what he wants for dinner. it's infuriating.

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  16. AnonymousMarch 31, 2011 at 10:46 PM

    Still sick?! NOOOOOOO!!!! Poop. I'm sorry...
    I love how you handled him. Hopefully "I don't care" was never used again when asked what he would like for supper?
    I hate damp underwear too - have NO problems drying off at the gym :p

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  17. JessicaApril 1, 2011 at 2:08 AM

    You should have made him eat the olives.

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  18. ZuZu-CachooApril 1, 2011 at 6:55 PM

    Brilliant! My husband and I have the same argument about 5 times a week. After much back and forth he finally told me to choose whatever I wanted. So I said fine we're eating ____ and his responce was I don't want that. How about this? No not that either. I would have pushed him out of the moving car if he wasn't buckled in...

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  19. alonewithcatsApril 1, 2011 at 11:43 PM

    I would marry someone who offered me a can of olives for dinner. That's how much I love olives.

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