Childlike Personality?
Marissa frets when she sees the gray in my hair and beard. She equates that with old age and she equates that with death. While I try to assure her that I’m not planning on going anywhere, she is not always comforted.
Going on vacation helped. Perhaps after seeing me continuously she realized she could do without me. But after vacation, Chris and I looked for a break.
With the girls at grandma’s, my wife and I went on a date. At BD’s Mongolian BBQ, my second bowl of food was shrimp marinated with a single tablespoon of red wine.
At that restaurant, you hand the raw ingredients to a [usually male] college student who cooks it in front of you with croquet mallets. With a whiff of my concoction, the hibachinist turned to me and asked if it contained wine. I fessed up. And for the first time in 15 years, I was carded.
I cannot wait to tell Marissa.