Ah, that got your attention, didn’t it?
The partner and I were listening to the radio, as usual, on our way back home last evening. There was some mention of how people are more likely to open up about their sex lives than they are about their salaries. And the partner was prompt to note it and said –
Nobody ever discusses their sex life with me.
I couldn’t be quiet, so I jumped in quickly and added –
Yeah I know. No one ever discusses it with me either.
I was expecting a what-are-we-missing discussion to follow, only to be shocked. The partner, without missing a beat, came back with –
Well, no one would discuss their sex life with you. You are creepy.
I was shocked, did I mention? I took a couple of seconds and reacted with a high pitched –
WHAT?!?!?? Why would you say something like that? Why do you think I am creepy?
A few tell-me-tell-me-tell-me-NOWs and a few pointing-at-strangers-to-note-their-level-of-creepiness later, this is what he had to say –
I wanted to use the word ‘creepy’ in a sentence today. Nothing came up all day long where I could put it to use appropriately. So, when you presented me with this chance, how could I resist?
Hmmm… how does one react to that?
The partner has a habit of coming up with new nicknames for me every few days. He’ll call me by that for a while and move on to another as soon as he makes something up. The recent addition to the never ending list is Punchco. Do not ask me what it means. I don’t know and I am pretty sure he doesn’t either. It’s just something random, as it is more times than not. When he called me by that
word name last week, I asked him why he keeps giving me so many names, why he can’t stick to one or maybe only a few? His response, you ask? Here, this is what he said –
I am preparing myself for the future. What if years down the line I am diagnosed with some memory related disease and I forget your name? I am just making sure that I give you a many names starting now that when it comes down to the time when I lose my memory, I can just shout out any random word and you’ll assume I’m calling / talking to you, or maybe that I am giving you a new name, as usual. It’s all for your good.
Well played, love, well played.