Some o' that Sensitive Seventies Stuff...
But I let her do some of my laundry
And she slipped a few meals in between
And the next thing I remember, she was all moved in
And I was buying her a washing machine
Heh. One wonders how many relationships began JUST like this... We won't tell any stories outta school, except to say the tune resonates with me on a number o' levels.
We are older now and somewhat wiser. I ended my last relationship when the late night conversation came to a screeching halt one evening when LadyFriend dropped this conversational bomb: "Where is this relationship going?" The air was thick with stony silence forthwith. One should NEVER ask a question if one can't stand the answer...
That said... the answer became immediately apparent the following morning when I packed up all my stuff and moved back into ECMdP. Why IS it that women can't leave well enough alone?