Stick called me from Rome the other night! It was so great to talk to him!
And then he mentioned the Subject About Which We Do Not Speak. A lot of couples have one, an issue that’s tacitly acknowledged but never really discussed. In my case, there’s something Stick does every day while I’m in China and I know he does it. Things would be different if I were around, but I’m not. I know it’s essential to his well-being and keeps him happy and all that, but I just don’t want to hear about it.
“…and the food is really good.” he said, six times zones away and somehow unaware of how upsetting this sentence would be.
“That’s nice. Don’t tell me about it.” I said.
“…even in the dorm, it’s really good,”
“Really. Do not talk about Western food.”
“We’re getting a lot of pasta and tomatoes and…”
“Stick! Stop it! I can’t listen to this! You do NOT tell the party who’s living in China about food that’s not horrible. It’s just not fair! It’s cruel and you’re being totally inconsiderate! If you cared about me at all, you’d pretend that at least the dorm food was yucky!”
“You’re my girlfriend and I’m going to tell you what I did today and that’s final!”
No consideration, that boy. None.
You got me. Totally thought you were talking about something else at first. LOL.
Haha! Me too. And I know how you feel. I remember having many LONG and DETAILED conversations with other foriegners about the food I was going to eat once I got back home.
I would settle for a greasy hamburger if I can eat it while soaking in a HUGE tub until my entire carcass prunes…
A bath, a bath, my kingdom for a bath…
Hey from “down south” in Guangzhou…
After 3 months without hot water, I actually picked my new apartment solely because it has a tub. With missing grout and rust-colored water, but it’a bathtub.