The sink incident…
This is one of my favorite stories, so chances are if you’re one of my friend’s you’ve heard it already. Most people in this world would define love as that special feeling you get when you see someone, those butterflies, that excitement.
Not me.
To me love is spitting in the sink closer when your girlfriend asks you to.
Some people will get what I wrote instanteously, some not so much. So how did I come to this conclusion you may ask, and indeed I shall tell you. This story begins at my gf’s place, in fact in her bathroom. We were both brushing our teeth, me brushing my teeth at that rapid pace only guys are accustomed to, and her with that precise, 2 minute timed, science that only a girl can make the action of brushing teeth into. As I finish brushing my teeth and go over to the sink to spit she stops me to say…
“Can you get closer to the sink when you spit?”
I add a question mark in that last sentence, but if you had heard her at that moment you would know that there was no question mark in that statement. Instead of being defensive I thought to myself I wonder how long she has been waiting to tell me that. I know that for her to tell me about my “alleged” poor form toothpaste spitting, I must have done it at least 3x in a row. I’m surprised she lasted that long truthfully. =).
So of course in pure accordance with my nature, I lean in as far as I can into the sink bowl to spit. In truth though, I’m more than happy to lean closer into the sink to spit. I think that simple moment is an example of love in one of it’s most incidental yet pure forms. One day I hope every guy has to spit closer to the sink.
Btw, my sink would never have little purple flowers next to it.
Retired Bachelor @ August 28, 2007