Sitting on a bench in a quaint park on the UES, I remove the wrapper to her straw before placing it in her drink. Half of the wrapper sloughs off and flutters down and away from my slow-to-reach hand.
"You're such a litterer."
"Or I maybe just like throwing trash on my girlfriend."
"Really?"
"Well, no. Only if it was wonderful things."
"[BB]. If they were wonderful things, they wouldn't be trash."
"... ... Shit."
She got me. She always does.
The first exchange 100 percent happened. The final two could've. Or did. They have, anyway. About other things, perhaps. She's as attentive to words as I am for others, and it's nice to know someone can actually keep me in check. I like it.
Enough that I did about the opposite of duck-and-cover when she dropped a three-word bomb on me:
I caught it gently, caressed it, and handed it back to her. She smiled, then set it aside with no explosion. No timer ticking. No more MAD.
She defuses me. Adeptly, and often.
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