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Feb. 27th, 2007 08:55 amThere are time I think it's probably just as well to be a bachelor.
I mean, if I had a partner, I'm sure there's some silly reason she would find for making fun of my vacuuming the apartment at 8 in the morning wearing a t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy slippers.* Instead of focusing on the salient point (look, a guy! cleaning! without being asked to, let alone complaining first!), it would be "Mr Sulu, light up the sarcasm torpedos! And warm up the mockery batteries--we may need them if his 'nananana--I can't hear you because of the vacuum' shields are up."
Of course, who am I kidding? I'd love it. Especially since it would mean she was here at 8 in the morning to mock me. :-)
And lest any of you get suspicious (avast loading those torpedos!) of course I'm cleaning up because I have a date tonight. I'm even putting a clean cover on the duvet. But it's not because I'm *expecting* anything. Us old (formerly) married guys know better than to have expectations--you just greet whatever happens with pleasure and surprise. :-) But all the time I spent with the Army** taught me the importance of CONOPS--contingency operations. If someone totally out of the blue _volunteers_ that they would like to come back for a coffee, and the place is two inches deep in cat hair, do you seriously think they're going to stay, let alone come back again? And what's the worst that could happen? You get some healthy exercise and your flat is clean. Sounds like a win-win to me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bathroom to clean and a kitchen floor to mop...
* No, of course I'm not doing it in the altogether--are you kidding? That would be cold!
** Yes, yes, of course I wasn't actually *in* the Army--you had to bring that up, didn't you? But I got to watch them planning operations a lot. One observes and learns.
I mean, if I had a partner, I'm sure there's some silly reason she would find for making fun of my vacuuming the apartment at 8 in the morning wearing a t-shirt and a pair of fuzzy slippers.* Instead of focusing on the salient point (look, a guy! cleaning! without being asked to, let alone complaining first!), it would be "Mr Sulu, light up the sarcasm torpedos! And warm up the mockery batteries--we may need them if his 'nananana--I can't hear you because of the vacuum' shields are up."
Of course, who am I kidding? I'd love it. Especially since it would mean she was here at 8 in the morning to mock me. :-)
And lest any of you get suspicious (avast loading those torpedos!) of course I'm cleaning up because I have a date tonight. I'm even putting a clean cover on the duvet. But it's not because I'm *expecting* anything. Us old (formerly) married guys know better than to have expectations--you just greet whatever happens with pleasure and surprise. :-) But all the time I spent with the Army** taught me the importance of CONOPS--contingency operations. If someone totally out of the blue _volunteers_ that they would like to come back for a coffee, and the place is two inches deep in cat hair, do you seriously think they're going to stay, let alone come back again? And what's the worst that could happen? You get some healthy exercise and your flat is clean. Sounds like a win-win to me.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a bathroom to clean and a kitchen floor to mop...
* No, of course I'm not doing it in the altogether--are you kidding? That would be cold!
** Yes, yes, of course I wasn't actually *in* the Army--you had to bring that up, didn't you? But I got to watch them planning operations a lot. One observes and learns.
