Ugly Together

Ever since we moved to Shanghai and reunited with some old Jinan friends?Alex and Annie, who recently got married; Rita and David, we’ve been doing the Happy Friday Thing, getting together on Friday for Dinner first, and Bar later. Dinner is my favorite part, I like eating, and would never give it up for my figure. But bar, I could never really enjoyed it.

Unlike me, Eric is a bar animal. We live in a small town called Huacao, which is way far from the downtown, so far that it even weakens my interest in Shopping. But, for Eric, it is nothing. He will bitch about my choice of moving to this no where, but it doesn’t affect him traveling one and half an hour downtown and meet his friends twice a week. I mentioned before, he is a man of never fading passion, generally it is cute when it concerns me, but when he shows this passion to anybody other than me, even to his friends, this passion will be taken by me as “Childish”. I always hate him spending the night in bars, but I also know that is something I am not powerful enough to change, besides, he is more stubborn than me. For the peace and happiness of the family, I chose to keep my eyes closed and my mouth shut most of the time, and get used to his twice a week night absence.

Despite he spends the whole night out, I never get worried. Not due to full confidence, but because I believe in “go with the flow”. “If your passion flows to other woman, just let me know, and I will let you go; same otherwise.”

My mind flowed too far, now come back------

Eric called this morning at 6:00 from downtown, (he was out last night) told me in an exciting tone: “guess what, I bought you a rose”. “OK, see you” waken up by his call, that was all I wanted to say. His passion, and my seemed indifference, perfect match.

But I did hear him clearly, and did feel something, just didn’t bother to show it out.

In our 5 years long relationship, he’s been treating me the best, but, he’s never really BOUGHT me flowers. The following are my limited 3 times rose receiving experiences:

First time: he stole some roses from a garden in my old dormitory garden. His reason is: buying roses is no fun, steeling is much better because it shows he is willing to take the risk for me. Not a perfect reason, but makes sense to me.

Second time: in my last year birthday. He was not in Shangyang for business trip. So he ordered some roses on line and got them delivered to me. 11 roses, lasted for a week, But some how he paid the money and whoever honest returned it back saying it was the wrong account. So technically he didn’t BUY it.

Today, is the third time. He bought ONE rose when he was idling on a street at midnight from a women god knows from where, at RMB 1. and the poor rose is almost dead when he got home. He rushed into the kitchen and sank it into water, but I know the rose is dying definitely.

I guess now most of you will think I am a pathetic woman, who married the least romantic man. But I am feeling ok. Imagine if he suddenly gets romantic, I wouldn’t know what to do, how to react. If I have a romantic, gentlemen-liked husband, I would hesitate to dress sloppily, act rudely and show my ugliest side at home.

We are ugly together!

Can’t remember who said: “Marriage is that you can fart loudly in the blanket, give the other Dutch oven and then laugh.”