I signed Bob up for kickboxing at my gym and he’s been to 2.5 classes so far. Yes, half a class. Driving home last night we had this conversation:
Me: Do you know how much I love you? After 9 years together I still want to impress you so I’m a little embarrassed that you see me falling over in class since I’m not very coordinated.
Bob: Baby, you’ve always been uncoordinated. I’ve never seen you waltz into a room all graceful and poised. I’m used to it.
Me: Oh. So you’ve never been impressed? Thanks.
Yet, I still love this honest man.