The funny thing about relationships is that there's always a last frontier that you don't want to visit. That certain peccadillo that you keep to yourself because it's yours. It's yours and yours alone. There's no judgment, no prying eyes, just you. I firmly believe that it's important to keep some things from your significant other, not the big stuff, just a few little things.
My secret is out. The boyfriend came over a little earlier than expected this evening and found a very unattractive sight: me on the couch, watching a DVD that kept me up until all hours last night, elbow-deep in neapolitan ice cream. No bowl, just a spoon and the half gallon tub of Dreyers.
This is definitely not the first time I've done this, in fact it dates back to 7th grade orchestra when my friend and I discovered we could eat a pint of Ben & Jerry's all by ourselves. It is, however, the first time I've been caught.
His reaction was mixed: on one hand, cute; and the other, sad; and the third, hilarious (yeah, I said there are three hands).
I'd like to believe that there's some air of mystery and allure still left in my relationship, though it's going on two years. That illusion, frail as it was to begin with, is left shattered, irreparable.
Is this a good thing though? To reveal one of my innermost secrets to the person I share my life with? Does he deserve to know the things I do when he's not around? Or is he better off ignorant of my shameful habits?
1 comments:
Well, i guess it depends on what the DVD is, doesn't it?
I say it is a good thing, but I have no real measure to apply to this concept. 2/3's of the DVD's I watch are deemed shameful by 3/4's of the people I know. And we are not even talking about the porn.
Are we talking about porn? Because depending on the fetish, you just may want to keep that Pandora's box locked.
Tight.
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