The Adnostic

Hello my few readers. I'm going to try throwing in some personal stuff and see if I can get my humor mojo back.

I like listening to podcasts and internet radio shows while I cook. It helps me keep my mind occupied while I go through the step by step type process. I like cooking and find the skill, timing, and flavor balancing a challenge, but it's also a good time to listen to interesting stuff.

A few days ago I was cooking dinner for Dave and I and listening to This American Life podcast while Dave puttered around the apartment. It was a new episode called "This I Used to Believe" where contributors talked about things they used to believe very strongly, but don't anymore. One story was about a woman telling the story of how she met her husband and a pair of totally rad 80's tapered leg, poofy thigh, acid wash jeans that helped her seal the deal. At least she believed they helped her seal the deal.

She stopped believing in the power of the jeans after they had been dating for four months and she was going through her clothes deciding what should go to Goodwill. Her future husband said the 80's relics should go for sure and she was crestfallen. She had no idea that he didn't like the jeans, he thought they were what reeled him in. They were her power jeans.

He felt horrible. He described it as the moment when you're falling in love with someone, but you reveal the one thing you wish would change about them. It's not an easy moment.

I looked at Dave and asked him what that moment was? We both knew what it was for me. I wanted him to stop dressing like an accountant. We were shopping together in LA and he pulled out yet another vertical stripe button down shirt and I said sternly, "YOU are a designer. DRESS like a designer." He grimly put the shirt back a gravitated towards the limited edition tshirts. (Yeah, I was less than kind.)

He said that he never had that moment.

Me: That's not true. Come on! There has to have been something.

Dave: No. Not really. I always thought you were pretty cool.

Me: (mumbled expletive) This is not making me look good.

I still don't quite believe him. No one is perfect and no matter how much you love your partner, there's always something you wish they would alter. But he stands by his answer and I still try to be the perfect person always sees.