A Couple-Off

Last week, The Boy and I returned to our old haunt, Eddie Rockets (fifties-style diner), where we used to spend most of our time before we lived together .

They were the gooey romantic days of our youth.
We’d spend hours talking and hand-holding over two pots of tea and a bowl of fries.
We’d gaze into each others eyes the whole time, of course and would be so desperate to be as close as possible to each other that one of us would have to move onto the same side of the table as the other so we could hug and kiss and gaze some more.
We had to make the most of those few hours a couple of times a week.

Dating for four years and living together for a year and a half changes things a little.
Ah yeah, we’re still in love and happy and blah blah blah, but at some stage, the hormones stop holding your brain cells prisoner and you realise you’re actually still two people and not one ‘couple’.
You realise you still have Life to attend to.
You also start to become aware of the other person’s faults and annoying habits and the gooey staring gets interrupted by bickering.
I guess you could say, you become a normal person again.
Only you’re a normal person in love.

So in Eddies that night, we sat there eating away in a comfortable silence.
As I people-watched,Β  I spotted a couple walk in.
They sat facing each other, never tearing their eyes away from the other half”s face.
“Newbies,” I thought to myself.

They held hands while they read their individual menus and then sat fawning all over each other.
“The Boy, come sit beside me,” I said, when our teas and his brownie arrived.
He obliged.
We squished together on the seat.
“Look at those two over there,” I said. “So young and in love. Probably together for about three months. It’s sickening. Is that what we were like?”
He laughed. “Probably.”

The Other Couple’s food arrived.
“Oh God…they’re sharing a plate of chicken tenders,” I said. I turned to The Boy, grasped his hand and gazed into his eyes: “I would never make you share your food with me!”
“I know you wouldn’t,” he said gratefully.

I watched them some more as I drank my tea.
“That is what we used to be like,” I said. “We’d spend hours in here all over each other, with nothing but chocolate malts and fries to keep us occupied. And now we’re ‘comfortable silence’ people. We know too much about each other, we’ve no stories left to tell,” I wailed
“Well that’s cos we’re old boring people now and you won’t let me tell you stories about my job,” he reasoned.
“All your stories about work are the same though! And I don’t bore you with stories about my job,” I said smiling sweetly.

They held hands again as soon as they finished their chicken.
“Urgh, they’re so trying to be the better couple,” I said. “Here, let me grope you…that’ll show them!”
The Boy just laughed.

The waitress brought The Other Couple more food.
“You know, I think that guy might be gay,” I said after a few minutes.
“And the girl hasn’t smiled once during the time she’s been here,” said The Boy.
That made me feel a little better, but I still felt a pang for the crazy hormonal “can’t take my eyes/hands/mind off you” days.
What if we fall out of love because we don’t have lust racing through our veins!!?

When we got up to the till to pay, The Boy told me to put my money away.
“You had a terrible day today,” he said. “I wanted to give you a little treat to make you feel better. This way you don’t have to cook and you don’t have to worry because you didn’t budget for this.”
I smiled.
That probably wouldn’t have occurred to the younger blinded-by-love version of The Boy.
I linked him as we walked back to our apartment.
A couple of years ago, I would’ve had to say goodbye to him at a freezing street corner at this point.
Now we were returning to our home

You can’t measure love in how physically wrapped around the other person you need to be to feel happy.
Yes it’s nice in the beginning, but you can’t go on that way forever: that’s just madness.
The real test is how well you do after that part fades away.
And so what if our brains can now function properly when we’re together!
We’re surviving through the good, the bad and the very bad times and we’re still together and still working for our future.
And at the end of the day, isn’t that a million times better than blinding and fickle lust?

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22 Comments on “A Couple-Off”

  1. Jules says:

    aww great story, so heartwarming!!

    oh and by the way, did The Boy actually SAID the word LOL…?!

    xx

  2. Isaac says:

    Very sweet πŸ™‚
    “Aint love grand.”

  3. I go through a crisis like this every so often because I think that me and the Boyfriend have nothing else to talk about and we’ll simply fall out of love because he has heard me fart and I have seen him vomit and we know each others weird bits and strange quirks and odd obsessions.

    The grope line made me seriously lol though

  4. Meream says:

    Awww!
    If there really was a couple off and I was a judge, I’d have voted for you guys. πŸ™‚

  5. Jennikybooky says:

    WR – come on now girl. Everyone knows that him hearing you fart actually STRENGTHENS love! There have been studies. Carried out by me.

    Hermia – I know exactly what you mean. There is just nothing better than going home together to your lovely house with your little shoes lined up next to his big shoes, is there?

  6. Kitty Cat says:

    Lovely post! That ‘can’t keep your hands off each other’ phase is awesome while it lasts, and I’ve definitely been (needlessly!) worried that just because the Bear and I don’t tear each other’s clothes off at every opportunity means we’ve gotten boring! I had a great giggle at that “here, let me grope you” line!

  7. The Shape says:

    I know all those feelings well know…3 months into a new relationship and we only see each other once every two weeks…we live about 3 hours drive apart…can be hell being that far away but it is always totally worth the wait…

  8. Josie says:

    I think this is the loveliest blog post I’ve ever read!♥

  9. Stacey says:

    Oh, this is sweet!

    My husband and I used to be all mushy like that when we were first dating, and now we do exactly what you and The Boy do – we watch other couples in restaurants and laugh at them for being so lovey-dovey!

  10. Blau von T says:

    May I just say ooooohhhh couples yuck

  11. Karin says:

    The fun and flirtiness of a new relationship is always fun, but honestly, three years down the line, I enjoy the comfortable silences… πŸ™‚

  12. Eve says:

    πŸ™‚ I liked the story! Quite nice! Even with the annoying couple!

  13. Lovely post Hermia. I completely agree after 8 & 1/2 years with my boy this all sounds very familiar & definitely knowing you have a partner through the good & bad times means so much more than the early day lust & flirtation…….I was laughing at the not talking about work debate, which we also go through, I much prefer the comfortable silence πŸ˜‰

  14. burpingbutterfly says:

    Such a sweet post and really, that’s the kind of love I think we’re all looking for…the lasting kinds. *knocks on wood* πŸ™‚

  15. terra says:

    It’s so different after a few years and I’m so glad the maddening, all-consuming bits lessen just a bit. I’m still madly in love with my husband, still have butterflies when I look at him, but now I can get other stuff done too and we can just be, together, just us, without words or stories taking up all the air in the room.

  16. Kate says:

    I love this post! I always think that when you can have a comfortable silence with someone then you are super close. And it’s that further-into-the-relationship stage that I love. But to get there again I’ll have to go through all the other stuff! Sure, it’s fun. But also a bit superficial, don’t you think? When you compare it to the depth and understanding of having been together a few years.

    Kate x

  17. Molly says:

    What i wouldnt give to be either of these loved up girls in the story! New and full of lust, old and full of love….i’ll take anything!!

  18. wow, this dinner conversation would make a great short story. great commentary on relationships.


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