The other night, as I was knitting a pair of socks, E.S. was dancing around to some music he’d just downloaded. He tried to get me to dance with him but I demurred. Later in the evening he had obviously gotten into a very grumpy mood; I could tell because I would ask him questions and he wouldn’t answer them. Then we had the following brief conversation.
FAUSTUS: Why aren’t you talking to me?
E.S.: Because you wouldn’t dance with me earlier.
FAUSTUS: I was in the middle of a round of knitting.
E.S.: Life happens in the middle of rounds of knitting.
FAUSTUS: Not if I can help it.
Then we had sex.
Was he dancing to Scissor Sisters’ Don’t feel like dancing by any chance?
The unhappiness of the Casaubons’ marriage can be entirely explained by their failure to have this very conversation.
… So you danced, anyway… Quitter! 😉
can we see a picture of the sox when completed, please?
this fron a fellow knitter…
anne marie,
You misspelled “sex.”
🙂
Admit it, you knew how to provoke him, so he’d nail you through the mattress.
“Life happens in the middle of rounds of knitting.”
So E.S. was right.
So glad to hear you’re still at it! Knitting that is. The sex was, of course, never in question.
On one hand, how could you not dance?
On the other, I know how annoying it is to be interrupted in the middle of a row because you always forget where you were when you pick it back up.
I am curious about the last line…and then we had sex.
I am not familiar with activity. It sounds interesting but surely not as exciting as knitting.
I always enjoy good socks.
You are such a knitwit.
You are the bossiest bottom in bottomland.
But I think bernd’s assessment holds quite a bit of water as well.
I’m glad that years of shacking up together hasn’t dulled the passion. I tend to get bored of boys I actually live with.