Sauteed Onions......

I love them, but that is not necessarily what this is about. 

As a couple, there are fundamental differences between who Wizzy and I are.  For instance, yesterday he walked in his underwear in front of my mother, two brothers, my brother's girlfriend and a family friend, to the shower.  That is something I would never do.  He will try to defend his actions by saying he had a bag covering him and that he asked me to block - but still, he was wearing only underwear, oh and a baseball hat.

Sauteed onions acts as a reference point as to how different we are.  Years ago we would frequent this tiny little breakfast joint where one guy would be busting it behind the counter preparing food.  I would always order one particular sandwich.  One morning I mentioned to Wizz that I wish I could get sauteed onions on it.  He looked at me in confusion and asked "why didn't you order them then?"  My rationale was that it was busy, sauteed onions were not "on the menu" and I didn't want to bother the cook.  He thought that was ridiculous.

That difference in opinion goes with us everywhere. When visiting friends, I think we should leave well before Wizzy does.  He doesn't understand that you can over-stay your welcome.  He gets right in there, laying on the couch, showering, you name it.  The first time he met a close girlfriend's new boyfriend he was eating food off the guys plate, literally.  He is a very familiar guy.  He doesn't waste any time.  Looking back I realize it was probably one of the things I loved about him, but now, when I am giving him the lets get going stare as he offers to make breakfast in the morning at whomever's house we are at, I start to get agitated with him.

Obviously we are at opposite ends of the spectrum when it comes to this.  I don't want to inconvenience people, where he believes if you ask they can always say no.  In theory he is right, the problem is a lot of people have a hard time doing that, so I avoid it altogether and miss out on sauteed onions.

M.