Another Something Fishy
I realize my last post was about fish and so I apologize for two fish-related posts back to back.
So, uh, I’ve been dating a man for a little while now.
I know!
And I haven’t written about him because I’ve been enjoying and keeping him all to myself. I wasn’t ready to share. Â I’m still not sure that I am, but here goes nothing:
The man hates fish.
I know!
I lived in Alaska. I remember buying fish straight off the dock. Growing up, every year my family birthday dinner was always at my favorite seafood restaurant. I love sushi, almost married a sushi chef for the love of crap. Fish and I, we are involved.
But it doesn’t matter. Â None of it does. Â He doesn’t care if I eat fish; he’ll even come with me and watch me do it. It’s just not for him. This, I can respect.
So tonight, I’m having some folks over for dinner. And I’m making several items, one of which is mussels. But I have no time to go to the store, so… Guess who’s buying me mussels?
“I can’t believe you’re buying fish for me,” I said to him, the guilt in my voice obvious. “You must really like me.”
“Yes, that’s your Valentine’s gift,” he replied.
It’s actually not a bad gift at all…
Tags: Beard Face, dating, fish, leah charney, other bad habits, Valentine's Day
February 12th, 2010 at 5:59 pm
Alright, the fact that you’re making mussels yourself is impressive! Last time I tried, our apartment smelled for weeks. Happy Valentine’s Day Miss Leah! Enjoy your man… and your fish. <3
March 2nd, 2010 at 2:07 pm
Thanks for sharing your Valentine’s Day present! They were delicious.