Why is it when we talk about our significant others, we always make them out to be slightly retarded?
A case study: You’re catching up with a close friend. The questions inevitable turn to “and how’s (insert name) going?”. I don’t mean to do it. I try to stop but old habits are so hard to break.
The barrage of “cutesy” stories begins. It could be that someone forgot to take out the toast, stubbed their toe or was muttering things in their sleep. The stories toss back and forth, constantly trying to outdo the other. More often than not, the talk piece is an illustration of the differences between the sexes.
Is this our way of letting off steam? Is it hatred masked as affection, or do we genuinely love our lovers more for their mistakes?
Being an optimistic, I think the swapping of silly stories can be a fun thing, if done in a positive manner. If you think the sun shines out of your significant other’s ass but they snore when drunk, then sure, share away. If you hate one bad trait and take every opportunity to bitch about it to anyone but the person causing the issue, shut the fuck up.
Beware: if you’re friends with a bad couple, don’t ever ever swap stories with either of them. It’ll turn into a bitchfest of awkwardness and passive-aggressive put downs. Been there, not fun.
Make sure there is no meanness behind your anecdotes and it’s not too personal and you can’t go wrong.
What do you think? Is anecdotal swapping a good or bad thing?