I may have some of the details incorrect but the bones
of this story are true. A girlfriend of mine brought her new boyfriend to her family’s Christmas Eve celebration. Later in the evening, when it came time for
the friend to open the boyfriend’s gift, the Grandpa, who was well into his
eighties at this point, observed that his very style conscious granddaughter
had received a very ugly sweater.
As everyone kissed each other good-bye at the close
of the celebration, the Grandpa turned to the boyfriend and said It was nice meeting you. I hope you have a
nice life.
My oldest daughter once brought a very good-looking
boy home during her freshman year of college. He was kind hearted and very much
infatuated with her. But in an effort to show his affection he invited her to a
culinary experience at his favorite Italian restaurant-The Olive Garden.
I knew I was never going to see him again.
My middle daughter, who has dripped in fur and shiny
things since the age of two, once received a necklace of oversized brown and
green beads as a Christmas gift from a boy.
She broke up with him the next day.
It is not that women are shallow—it’s that the value
of a gift for them is more about being understood, than the monetary worth of
the thing itself.
And the reason I am still married is that when I was pregnant
my husband routinely brought me home take out from Fianona’s Restaurant---escarole and
potatoes--without ever being asked. One Christmas he bought me 5 pairs of
flannel pajamas because he knew I liked cozy rather than sexy sleepwear.
Recently he bought me a license plate cover that said I Love my Dog.
He gets me.
It’s the glue of all relationships.
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