eephour wrote:not refilling the ice trays
The first time she came to my house, a woman I'd been dating briefly opened my freezer and said, "Look at all of these empty ice trays! I could never live with you."
I"I don't think you have to worry about that," I muttered under my breath.
Later, as I admired the full beard of someone on TV, she said, "You'd better never grow a beard."
"Why," I said. "It's my fucking face!
"Yes," she said. "But I'm the one who has to kiss it. And I will not kiss a man with a beard!"
"Well," I said, "if you won't somebody else will."
My ex-wife really hated how I got "in the zone" before gigs, becoming uncommunicative--almost catatonic--as I emptied myself of all emotion and conserved my physical energy for the performance. My "dead eyes" freaked her out, and when I asked her why, she said, "Because when I look into them, I realize you are capable of anything."