Y’know when there are dishes piled up in the drying rack on the kitchen counter, and they’ve been there for hours, and then, out of nowhere, one of them just kinda … shifts, startling you so much you jump?
Well, that happened once not too long after Ron and I started seeing each other. We were in the living room and, without missing a beat, I said, “It wasn’t me!” I was fairly proud of myself. I’m not normally that quick.
Then Ron replied with …
If you’re more than five feet away it can’t be your fault. Unless there’s firearms involved.
… and I didn’t feel quite so clever anymore. I mean, who thinks like that?
Knew right away he was a keeper, though.
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