Every few months I ask my man what he loves about me. I know that men groan when they think of this question. It is one reason why men are annoying. My man always looks very perplexed and nervous when I ask him this question, but I feel that if he can not plan ahead a list for when I ask next, which empirically I do, there is no compelling reason to pity him.
Really it is him struggling to affirm his love for me with specific character traits, fond memories and grandiosely appreciating my beauty that eats away at me for a couple months and leads to the cycle of me asking again. Obviously if he did love me he would proclaim it passionately and poetically. Hollywood has taught me that I should always expect this kind of behavior from love.
In any case, once he looked me directly in the eye and said “Well, it certainly is not your sense of humor”.
He pulls off deadpan well. This answer is to instigate me. Another question I nag him about is “Don’t you think I’m funny?” He always says “No” and then I pout. I think he is lying to get at me, but I can not tell… which is why I ask so often.
He has tried other diversion tactics to my love question. One of these tactics was very smart, as it totally took me off guard and stumped me. He asked me “what do you love about me?” I felt a little tricked and irritated. However, I read a lot, watch a lot of romantic comedies and improvise well. Thus, I did survive the turn around and… most importantly adapted. I prepared a whole list of things I love, not to mention elaborate and romantic ways to embellish them. The second time he confidently tried this particular diversion to my question I began my well groomed list. I enjoyed the look of naked fear that spread across his face. My man witnessed his plan not only back fire, but made my inquiry of love that much worse, because now it is a competition.
And I find that this is very funny. This I think also establishes that I have a wicked sense of humor.
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