Tonight at dinner I was trying to get away from that old married speak that I often fall into with Adam- you know, the sort of shorthand you develop as a couple where you finish each other’s sentences and conversations become less like intelligent, rousing debates `and more like never ending laundry lists of to-do’s and schedules.
I thought I would try to open the conversation up a bit. I really should have known better.
Me: So. Adam.
Me: If this was our first date, what would you want me to know about you?
Adam: …I have a wife. And a baby.