My husband paid me a compliment this morning. He said, “Wow, you look hot!” And my immediate reaction was to feel suspicious.
What does he want?
I did an internal rolling of the eyes which from the outside looked more like a furrowed brow.
“What,” he said. “Can’t I tell you that you look good?”
“Whatever,” I said, as I cut my son’s toasted cheese sandwich and carried it over to him.
Look, we’ve been together for 18 years and married for 12 so the only time he usually compliments me is when he’s feeling frisky, which was highly likely this morning seeing as he had just returned home from night shift.
In my head my, “Whatever”, was code for, “Let’s talk about this later when it’s not morning and when all three of our children are not within ear-shot and when I have a moment to comprehend what your compliment might actually mean and when I’m not dealing with a toasted cheese sandwich.”
He later told me that my reaction left him thinking, “I hope she doesn’t think I only said that because I want to have sex but also I do hope we have sex later.”
This sent me straight back to internal eye-rolling and a visibly furrowed brow because…typical.
So we had our weird moment where I immediately attached an secret agenda to his compliment, while at the same time hoping I did look okay because I was headed into work, and then I left the house to take the kids to school and shortly after hopped on a bus to work.
Which is when this text message arrive…
We then started texting about the kids and the moment was gone, but not forgotten. Not bad for 18 years together and 12 years of marriage. Not bad at all.