My boyfriend, Nate, and I are about to celebrate 5 years together. It's tough to appreciate just how long that is until I look at the way our arguments have devolved into the most trivial things. We used to argue about all kinds of things that seemed rather important at the time...and now? Mostly we argue about what's for dinner.
Sample argument:
Me: What do you want on the pizza?
Nate: How about pepperoni?
Me: I'm not in the mood for pepperoni, what about green peppers?
Nate: I don't like green peppers. What about sausage.
Me: I could do sausage. What about mushrooms with sausage?
long story short we usually end up ordering a large pizza with extra cheese, and, if we're feeling frisky, a side of buffalo wings, but, regardless it always takes us 20 minutes to get there. (note: on the one occasion I won and we deviated from the norm and got extra sauce it proved a big mistake...no one should ever have to eat pizza with a spoon.)
The best part isn't that this is the kind of thing we'll argue about...it's that I will unflinchingly have this same conversation on my cell phone in a public space. I could be at Starbucks and the kid sitting across the table from me is working on his senior thesis or med school application and I'm there starting at marker comps and and taking inventory of what's in the fridge for dinner..."you want pastrami...a pound and a half...yeah there's swiss cheese...no I think we used all the thousand island dressing...we could still do a salad...there's still half a cucumber..." Depending on the day of the week that could go on for a while.
I guess there is some comfort and familiarity to this routine that only gets played out when you've known someone for so long....but damned if next time I really am going to get green peppers.
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