A restaurant. A man and a woman at a table, having dinner and discussing a play they had just seen.
Woman: There aren’t any nuances about, “Take the garbage out.” For a woman that says I love you.
Man: I’m married to you, I understand that.
Woman: This isn’t about us. I live with you. I feel what you’re saying.
Man: We have our language.
Woman: The woman in the play didn’t know what that meant. She was waiting for someone to interpret things.
Man: She didn’t understand without speaking. Body language, looks, it was all there.
Woman: Subtlety evaded her.
Man: You and I live in the sub-text. It’s fun.
Woman: Except when you forget to take out the garbage.
Calvin says, “I don’t need body language. I come running as soon as I hear the clatter of kibble pouring into my bowl.”
Oy vey! Some folks don’t get that love is an action verb!
Hi Janie,
Not these days. Love is facebooking and tweeting. Nano seconds of gab. Oh, gotta run. I just got a text msg. đŸ™‚