Several ways in which my boyfriend is like the reincarnation of my mother (insert gratuitous (or tragic) Freud reference here):
Likes a nice slice of Spam, fried
Doesn’t say “Goodbye” at the end of a telephone conversation
Sometimes ends a phone conversation so abruptly I’m not sure it’s ended
Likes to give me backhanded compliments, followed by an explanation that it’s so my head doesn’t become big
Worries about how much vacation time I take from work (I’ve ended years with extra that has to be forfeited)
Thinks Building 19 is like a treasure hunt
Enjoys lying on the couch with a blanket and the TV tuned to all news all the time
Won’t relinquish control of the “clicker”
Marvels at the wonders of an all-you-can-eat Asian buffet
Encourages me to get ice cream at an all-you-can-eat Asian buffet
Gets a little nervous when you want to spend great big gobs of cash on a single meal (that isn’t an all-you-can-eat buffet)
Has little or no patience for people who don’t appreciate the value and necessity of voting
Occasionally gives me credit for being smarter than I actually am (shhhh, don’t tell)
Makes me laugh
Gets called “quiet” by other people (think closet gregariousness)
Talks with an accent (man, I miss my mother’s Boston-speak, she came up with stuff un-imitateable and irreproducible)
Wouldn’t get new glasses until far after the need was apparent
Will do without something for awhile in search of the perfect ratio of phenomenal bargain and satisfying purchase
Can’t understand why someone wouldn’t pay almost anything for a child’s education
Doesn’t really swear and tsks when I curse too much
Absolutely hates the word “shitfaced” (see above)
Hates beer
LOVES coffee (and can make a cup so strong it almost hurts)
Will save me the last piece of something shared or put some shrimp on my plate
OK, that’s enough. I’ve creeped myself out. Maybe tomorrow I should work on how they are different. (It’s really the phone thing, the Spam and the voting that had me thinking.)
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