i made dinner for the bf last night.
he was working late, and i thought we could relax with some good food and great conversation.
except:
lesson 1: grilled tuna means you need an actual grill.
lesson 2: grilling does not mean the same as frying.
who knew?
lemon juice, honey, oregano, salt, pepper, olive oil, capers in a tomato salad. no cooking required -- it turned out beautifully.
and we somehow skipped conversation. we watched curb your enthusiasm instead.
not quite the same. still, i resolved to be content sitting next to the bf. recognize his need to unwind.
but the bf saw right through me. sigh. it's that darn connection we have. or because my feelings are transparent.
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