This morning, as I woke up early enough to actually see my fiancée — I’ve fallen into the bad habit of only getting up when she’s literally out the door — but not early enough to have a proper conversation, I offered to have lunch, since I know she can’t get enough of me. Also, I’m not going to the gym today, so I don’t have that much going on.
Fiancée: Sorry, honey, I’m going to the swimming pool today…
Me: At lunch time?
Fiancée: Yeah, some colleagues of mine are going too.
Me: Enjoy. It’s my sport free day today.
Fiancée: Then you enjoy…
A little while later, after a couple of (hour-long) Youtube videos, I figured it was time to get into the shower. The cat was getting hectic: he couldn’t wait to jump on my shoulders as soon as I got out of there and rub himself in my wet hair. This is like Disneyland for him — with an army of Mickeys.
After I did get out of the shower and the cat was done clawing the towel that was resting on my shoulders, barely missing the skin beneath, and I had blow dried my hair, gotten dressed, cleaned my teeth and put on my make up, I walked back into the living room to check my phone: I had 3 messages and 2 missed calls from my fiancée. The last time that happened was… never. So I called back.
Fiancée: Hey! You up?
Me: I was just getting out of the shower…
Fiancée: But I sent you the first message half an hour ago…
Me: Sounds about right…
Fiancée: Are you telling you spent all this time in the shower?
Me: No, I had to blow dry my hair too. And put on some clothes. And some make up.
Fiancée: Of course you did. Anyway, I had a longer meeting than was planned so I missed the slot at the swimming pool.
Me: Is this you asking me out on a business lunch?
Me: OK, give me 30 minutes.
Fiancée: Why, are you going back into the shower? You’re only 15 minutes away…
Me: I haven’t done my nails yet.
23 minutes later, I was standing in front of her subway stop waiting to grab lunch. Which we did, in a very pleasant organic vegan place nearby where the menu is so confusing it took my fiancée half a dozen times to understand (I still don’t get it, so I just take whatever she’s having).
After that, she had to go back to the office, and so did I: I headed to my usual Starbucks outlet, which is just down the street from my fiancée’s office (lucky her). As I got ready to order my drink (when I say ‘order’, I mean hand out my cup: they already know what I’m having), I noticed a startupper friend standing at the other end of the counter.
Me: Hey, what are you doing in my office?
Startupper: I’m sorry?
Me: I come here all the time…
Startupper: Me too! One of my associates has an office nearby. I usually come in the morning, though.
Me: See, that’s where we differ. I only come here in the afternoon.
Startupper: Working from home?
Again, Youtube counts.