B and I were chilling by the dresser. He grabbed my pen and attempted to color the cover of my note book. It looked horrible.
He realized what he was doing and said “I guess I was always the kid that doesn’t care about these things.”
“Lol. I was the opposite. Kids like you drove me crazy.”
“I feel like I’m getting a bit more uptight these days. I don’t really like it.”
“Yah…I’m a little bit more ok with…mess…I guess…” (The mess, the lack of a coherent schedule and system gives me chronic stress. I wonder if it does the same to him?)
“We’re the opposite of each other”
“Are we really that different from each other?”
I let out a big sigh and plopped onto the edge of the bed. I think we both shared a moment of silence to let that realization sink in.
Other than good conversation, great sex, and a few life values, I don’t think B & I share very much in common.