So these days, the husband and I leave for work at the same time. Till a certain point, his car and my car are driven one after the other. So basically, either he is following or vice versa. Like a hopeless romantic, if I am in the front, I keep looking at him or even smile at him (yeah!) through the rear mirror or the wing mirror. If he is in the front, then I look at his reflection in his rear mirror. (I warned you...I am hopelessly romantic)
Today morning, while having breakfast:
Me: So what do you feel when you see me driving just in front of you or behind you?
M (chewing his food and eyes dug inside the newspaper): That a car is either in front or behind my car.
For a few seconds, I didn't speak. After gathering my broken heart,
Me: Really? It does not do anything to you that I am so near to you....yet far?
M (still chewing his food and eyes dug inside the newspaper): Huh...what???
Me: Nothing.
It was even more hopeless that I was having this conversation with my unemotional better half.
Actually, I should not be surprised.
Two months into marriage (yeah, I still remember after 9 years of marriage, and obviously M has very conveniently forgotten about it), I got up in the morning with a very badly sprained neck. It was so bad that I could not even move an inch. It was a weekend, and around mid noon, his friends called up asking him to meet up for a guys' evening. I don't know what you are thinking, but my then-absolutely-new husband agreed happily. What followed can be easily imagined. Trust me, till date I have not understood how he could have imagined to leave behind an immovable-badly sprained-new wife alone and go out with friends.
And then recently, our building lift came up with a serious issue and it was getting stuck for some reason. Now being a claustrophobic, I was completely horrified thinking of a possible situation when I could get stuck. So I decided to talk it out for moral support.
Me: What if I get stuck in the lift? What will you do? (I was hoping my knight in shining armour would make some quick phone calls to the security room, the facility manager...and the works)
M (thinking what a silly question): What can I do? You need to press the alarm.
Me: But what will you do? Will you not be worried about me?
M: Our lift has excellent 3G coverage. Just log into Facebook. That way you will not get a chance to think about being stuck. And anyway by then, the security will come for help.
Me: O-K-A-Y...........
After sharing with you 3 of the many incidents, you must be pretty much aware of my expectations from him. But, but, but, he managed to sweep me off my feet some time back....
A few months ago, when I was visiting my physiotherapist for a general follow up, he insisted on giving me a new set of exercises and a round of infrared treatment. What followed was a 45 minute session with my bag and cellphone kept away from me. I could hear my phone ringing, but obviously couldn't pick up.
After finishing the treatment, when I got into the car, I saw 4 missed calls from M.
When I called him back, what I heard was a worried voice.
M: Where the hell were you???!!
Me: Why? With the doctor...he got me in for a treatment.
M: I called you 4 times! Why couldn't you have picked up your phone?
Me (all smiling): Well, the phone was inside my bag and the bag was kept away from me.
M: You should have smsed me before getting in the treatment then. So that...
Me (smiling further): So that....what???
M: So that I would not worry so much!
Me: Ohhhhhh...so you worry too....for me???
M: You are my wife? Aren't you?
(Yesssss, I am! :))
Me: Hehehe....you are worried about me!
M: Are you nuts?
Me: Yeah, nuts about you....apparently :P
Oh what shall I say now....sighhhhh. I am hopelessly romantic, and have no plans to change. My husband worries about me, you see. :)
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