The guy I live with has special, magical powers.
He has ESP.
He can predict, with almost perfect accuracy, exactly what I’m thinking. For example, if I say something like, “You know what would be awesome to make today?” He’ll answer, “A big pot of homemade chicken vegetable soup?”
OMFG. YES. How did he know?
It could be because we’ve been married for almost sixteen years (next month) and together for twenty. Or it could be because it was about 50 degrees, breezy and TOTALLY soup weather that day. One of the two.
I’m still putting my money on ESP.
I mean, we’ll go out to run some errands and out of the blue (and in a totally random location, like near woods and a park) I’ll say, “I’m totally craving something right now.”
And he’ll answer without missing a beat, “You want a chocolate milkshake.” HOW DOES HE DO THIS? I mean, amazing right? (Never mind it was a hormonal time of the month, hotter than Hades, and after dinner.)
Or like the time we went into the store to look at cellphones. I had been holding out after my two-year contract was up because I’m
cheap frugal and didn’t want to spend money until I had to. Before I even had a chance to browse phones and talk to one of the dudes or dudettes about phones and plans, The guy I live with dragged me over to a display, I heard a chorus of angels sing, a light shone down from the heavens and behold, a special edition Star Wars phone was in front of me. He said, “This is your phone.” I died and went to heaven.
When I came back to life, I stopped drooling, snatched that bad boy up and ran to the checkout. He was right. MINE.
Magical powers, I tells ya.
Either that, or he knows me very, very well. It has been twenty years, after all. More than half our lives. I’m thinking when you live with someone that long they get to know a few things about you?
Either that or I’m easy to please, totally transparent and wear my heart on my sleeve. One of the two.