My disease

What Simona wrote to me today:

"You know, I just want to say two things so I can stop
thinking about them. First, is there something I do
that strikes you as selfish? I was kind of annoyed
about you finishing off the ice cream last night, I
think because you finished my cookies the night
before. So I wonder if it reflects something about me;
I try to split food and costs equally so neither of us
feels taken advantage of, and I like to offer you the
last bite when there is one but maybe I don't do a
very convincing job of it. I don't know, it's bugging
me, I'm sorry to make an issue of it."

What I wrote back:

About the last bite thing. I really can't believe you are making a big deal out of it...because my college roommates made a big deal out of it too. I think I told you about the last beer in fridge thing that Jon did to me, that bastard. I guess it's something I do without thinking (growing up with a fiesty younger brother might have done it), and it's funny how You're the one worrying about being selfish. I will pay more attention to it from now, but you must realize that when I do offer the last bite it is not remotely as a habit but as a conscious and trying gesture.

To be honest, it kind of goes beyond that. I am actually really anal about unfinished food. Anytime, anywhere I see food left in a dish or drinks left unfinished, something just claws at me. Don't ask me why. By the way, you left your tea unfinished in my apartment more twice, but less than four times. I had to restrain myself from finishing it off for you that one time when we're playing Scrabble with Adam and Ian. Just an example of how deep my disease is.


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God, I guess this is what having girlfriends will do to you.