The Way We Were

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“I was amazed by her natural intelligence and the way she didn’t flinch when she had to drive me in a stick shift car with my leg in a cast,” he said. “Not to mention how beautiful she was. She would’ve been super sexy even wearing a traffic cone.”

“Jim was tall, dark and handsome, the kind of guy women trample on each other to ask out on a date,” she said. “And his voice. I got goosebumps just from listening to him read billboards on the street. We went on a few dates, then moved in together.”

“It was a first for both of us,” he said. “Lisa cooked the most delicious cheese on toast in the world. She was finishing dental school. I was already a manager of a big department store.”

“Weren’t you just department manager when we met?” she asked.

“What does it matter? Everyone turned to me for the important decisions,” he said.

“It’s not that important. I’m just saying.”

“It was hard work, you know. If you care to remember. I didn’t have a dad to offer me his old dental office straight out of college,” he said.

“I graduated summa cum laude. Wasn’t your boss, that older lady, you know, the one with the earlobe hernia from wearing heavy earrings, kind of supportive of your promotions? She adored you, didn’t she.” she said.

“Since when are you so considerate of details?” he asked.

“I consider details and am considerate of others,” she answered.

“For the sake of detail, then, how about preparing a complete three-course meal and not using your teeth in places you’re not supposed to?” he asked.

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

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