This man can read my mind, part ii
Comments (14) A cute little bonus story for you:
One night a week, I stay late at the office so I can exercise in the gym with my coworker. I don’t get home until around 8:30, by which time Steven has usually eaten dinner, unless we decided beforehand that we would eat together.
The last three weeks, something very strange has happened.
When I got home the first week, I started toasting an English muffin. “I am really craving an egg sandwich!” I said. “That’s what I had for dinner too!” Steven replied.
The second week, I got home and made a peanut butter sandwich. “I had a peanut butter sandwich too!” Steven told me.
Last night, and this is really weird, I called Steven when I got off the train. After teasing him a bit, I randomly said, “Pizza?” “What did you say?” he asked. “Pizzaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” He responded, “How did you know I am heating up the oven?”
Isn’t that weird? Steven can STILL read my mind. I almost wish we were always on the same “food wavelength,” because we struggle with it when we aren’t. Sometimes we end up making two different things, but we don’t really like to do that!
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