My beloved and I trust each other.
Well actually we do trust each other.
I trust her to trust me, and she trusts me to trust her.
We both have our little secrets, and this morning, she caught me, and she immediately brought up the concept of trust.
Why do women always blow up things out of all proportion.
Did she catch me having an affair with another woman?
Did she catch me watching pornography on the "Machine of Satan"?
Did she catch me penning a steamy love-letter to another?
Did she catch me draining a bottle of whisky surreptitiously in the broom cupboard?
|I'm not here|
No. (That was last week)
Did she catch me doing something obscene with a chicken and a pot of honey?
Waht actually happened was that she caught me sneaking ONE piece of meat out of the absolutely delicious pot of beef Rendang (Concentrated Indonesian type curry with coconut cream)
We had it for dinner last night and it was so rich and mouth-filling that I just couldn't resist its delights at breakfast.
She was not amused, and accused me of betraying her trust.
What the hell has ONE piece of beef curry got to do with trust?
Any man I know will habitually sneak little pieces of food from pots in preparation or storage. I regard it as a compliment of the highest order.
But she doesn't, and it will take me weeks of dedicated and obsiquious effort to rebuild the trust again.
Life's a bummer sometimes.
|What a bummer|