“If a woman tells me: I love you because you’re intelligent, because you’re decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don’t chase women, because you do the dishes, then I’m disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I’m crazy about you even though you’re neither intelligent nor decent, even though you’re a liar, and egotist, a bastard.” — Milan Kundera, Slowness (trans. Asher)
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I’m going to try this at home:
Baby, I love you madly though it’s clear that this is fairly one-sided and when I speak, you’re only watching my mouth move and imagining what I will do with it later. You bastard. Come here.
Let me know how it turns out.
Initially, I didn’t see the first sentence of Averil’s comment, and all I could think as I read it was, “Uh-oh.”
I’ve laughed three times today (something that generally only my husband can make me do). First Betsy, with her Colbert bj comment on today’s post, then Tetman and his briefs on Averil’s blog, now Averil on this blog. It’s been a good day. Yes, indeed.