Some people can whip up a gourmet dinner in an hour...with the food already in their fridge. I have found that men are not normally in this category of people. Tonight, I ate the best tuna fish sandwich ever, though. Maybe it was the white toasted bread...I don't know. Anyways, I was at my friend's house and we realized it was rather a little past our normal dinner time. We thought about pizza, but that would take to long to arrive, although we would have to leave the couch once to accomplish our task of obtaining sustenance.
But, we settled on tuna. I don't know if my friend was just trying to make me feel useful or trying to distract me from videotaping him on my phone preparing tuna sandwiches, but he needed my burliness to peel the tops off the tuna cans. It seems however, that I should have also dumped the tuna in the bowl and disposed of the cans without him ever touching them, because he cut himself. And then blamed me for the blood on his finger, thinking that I had cut myself (which was a little more likelier considering that my hands were dry from my pottery class). That was not the case...he bled on me. I would have freaked out had it been any other person (other than immediate family members). So, of course, then I had to make the tuna while he cleaned the wound...then I had to put the band-aid on...he said I was motherly which I shut down immediately. Nurturing is a good thing...motherly I will leave to the real mothers!
And so I made excellent tuna sandwiches, which we both laughed about. He thought it was the worst meal that he had made for me...hotdogs when we broke up were worst, I told him. All that being said, they were good tuna sandwiches and it's really all about who you are with anyway. I would rather eat the simplest food with the right company than the best food in the world with people I don't care for. It's as simple as that. And don't worry, he's on the mend.
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Gee thanks, try not to make me look like too much of a moron :) It's not my fault that you can be a little distracting at times. My finger has improved but I had to redo the bandaid since you put it on a little too tight.
Next time we're ordering pizza, I don't care how late it is :)
But, didn't you read the end part about it being about who you are with?? You know, you aren't so anonymous when you identify yourself as the "friend". Maybe I should just refer to you as pjw or fwb? Or maybe not.
I guess it's a good thing that you weren't cooking on the stove, you might have burned something...I can try not to be so distracting when you are cooking for me. And maybe we should leave the flirting to offline so Sarah doesn't puke.
You're rubbing off on me, though...I wrote "normal dinner time"...I don't think I had a concept of normal dinner time before I met you.
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