Last night we had this couple and as he sat them she told him that she was celiac and needed a gluten free menu. He gave her a spiel about the menu and then him and I talked about it before I went over. So she has some questions and we had a great conversation she was very nice. It took her awhile because she isn't used to so many option so when she ordered, she ordered a burger gluten free with gluten free fries and her husband ordered a burger with a gluten filled bun and croutons on his salad. All the gluten. So J asks what they order and he's like do you think he will find it funny if we take them a salt shaker full of flour? Extra gluten? And I laughed I said yes I think they have a sense of humour. Him and I were laughing so hard because I'm standing in the prep hall while he's filling a salt shaker of flour. I'm like what if they don't laugh? He's like well then we're fucked. We're getting a bad review and they will think we have a sick sense of humour.
Turns out they thought it was funny but I just think it's so silly that we have those moments. There are so many things we laugh about. Silly inside jokes. That's the dream, isn't it?
I was talking to B this morning and I said I wouldn't even know how to be in a relationship anymore. It's been so long. And I think that's maybe the point for me. Maybe it's supposed to be that easy. The friendship. The comradarie. That's what I want. Sure we have our moments. We have ups and downs and he frustrates me immensely. But I guess at the end of the day, I know he'd be there. He is there. He makes me feel safe. Relaxed.
I sleep better at his house than I have anywhere else in years. I don't know how it's going to go. Or what our journey will be. But on all the days I question why I put up with my frustration from him, I realize that isn't my body physiologically telling me something there? Isn't that "feeling of home" saying something? Isn't him showing me all his renovations and asking my opinion and acting with consideration of my opinion, doesn't that mean something?
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