Gretchen smirked as she watched her husband sip his coffee very awkwardly. For some reason, he was one of the worst coffee drinkers in the world. He got it everyone when he would drink, places like: his pants, his shirt, his chin, his forehead, the table, the floor, and even in his short hair. He looked over to her in confusion. “What’s so funny?”
“You got a little something--,” she then pointed to her chin and watched Peter blindly wipe his face off. After a few more minutes he looked up to his wife in approval. She gave a thumbs up. Gretchen put her coffee cup down and cracked her knuckles. “Are you almost ready to leave? The game is on, and I wanted to watch it.”
“No, for your information I’m not almost done, I’m just getting started. And besides, why do you want to watch the game so badly anyways? Your team isn’t even playing,” Peter stated matter-of-factly.
Gretchen looked at her husband as if he had three heads. “But this game determines who will be playing my team. Jeez, don’t you know anything about soccer?”
“No, I actually don’t,” Peter said smugly as he took a long, sloppy sip of coffee. “And I don’t really plan on ever learning.”
“Oh, you’re going to learn.” Gretchen retorted sternly as she took an equally long drink.
They both sat in silence for a few minutes before Gretchen broke the tension. “Seriously, let’s go, though. I can only sit in Starbucks for so long, Peter. I’m getting antsy.”
“Trust me, hon, I know,” he answered as he gazed out the window. “That’s why we never watch movies-- you can’t sit through them.” He paused then looked at his wife with a sideways glance. “Do you know how much I love movies? I wish that I could stand to watch them with the woman I love.”
“Me too. But I just can’t concentrate that long.”
“It’s a fact.”
“You should be medicated.” Peter said, honestly intending for it to be a joke, but the look on Gretchen’s face made him stutter. “I-I didn’t mean that seriously...”
Gretchen slammed her cup down. “Admit it, you did! Do you think I’m crazy?!”
“No! Of course not! You’re more normal than any psycho in my family! You’ve met my family, they’re all crazy--,” Peter stopped that train when he saw that his wife’s mood wasn’t improving any. “What I’m meaning to say is--no. I don’t think you’re crazy, honey. I think you’re actually quite sane.”
“Well do you think something is wrong with me?” she asked seriously.
Peter was about to answer when he realized that a man sitting at the bar was staring at them. “Do you want to locate this to a more private venue?”
“No, I want you to tell me now.”
Peter sighed. “This isn’t even that big of a deal.”
“Yes it is!” Gretchen screeched, attracting many looks from the people populating the coffee shop. “Peter, have you ever realized how different we are? How odd of a couple we are? I’m a sports minded, hard headed, crazy woman, and you’re a chilled, confident, artistic man! Do we even belong together?”
Peter felt a stab. “Gretch, I love you for everything you are and aren’t.”
“What kind of an answer is that,” she huffed. “Some of phycological crap, probably.”
“No, it’s actually what someone says to another person when they love them, believe it or not...” Peter answered sarcastic, but then realized that this was not the moment to be sarcastic. Gretchen was really freaking out over this whole difference issue. “Gretchen, we’ve been married for two years, dating for five, and you’re just now worrying about all this? What’s on your mind, Gretch?”
Gretchen paused for a few minutes before she looked into Peter’s eyes. “Maybe we’re too dysfunctional to work as a couple--”
“That’s not true.” Peter interrupted sternly.
“Shut up and listen for a second?!” Gretchen snapped. “Anyways, maybe we should take some time off from each other... see other people?” Gretchen was hiding behind her coffee cup, avoiding her husbands horrified stare.
“YOU’RE SUGGESTING A DIVORCE?!”
“Peter, calm down.”
“How can I calm down when you’re suggesting that we get a divorce? Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening! One minute we’re drinking coffee, I’m reading a book, then my wife wants to leave me!”
Gretchen rolled her eyes. “Peter.”
“You’re a stranger to me!”
“PETER, calm yourself down and listen to me.” Peter stopped flailing his arms for a second to look at Gretchen. She was smiling. “I’m not suggesting we get a divorce; stop jumping to conclusions.”
Peter snorted. “Well, excuse me for believing the term ‘see other people’ typically means that the couple is breaking up. Sorry.” He crossed his arms slumped back into his chair. He should’ve known that this was just one of his wife’s current schemes.
“I’m saying, we give each other one night off. One single freebie. No jealously, no anything. We just get one night of meeting strangers, and then the next day we come back to each other.” Gretchen explained in detail.
Peter was quick to answer, though. “No.”
Gretchen groaned. “Why not?”
“Because, pardon me if I don’t want to let my wife go meet some handsome stranger and then party it up with him all night. I’m not up for that.”
“But you could meet someone too. And we’re going to come back to each other the next day!” Gretchen tried to reason, but Peter wasn’t going to have it.
“Gretchen, please, use that smart brain of yours and realize how stupid your plan is.” He reached down and grabbed his wife’s hand. “Besides, I don’t want any girl besides you, Gretch.” He kissed her little hand. “I love you.”
Gretchen sighed and scooted her chair over closer to her husbands, then leaned against him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I guess the fact that we’re visiting my mom tomorrow has put me in a jittery state,” she coughed a short laugh, Peter joining her. He looked around the Starbucks to see that the whole coffee shop was looking at them, some of the people even silently cooing. He gave them a quick smile and then looked back at his wife.
“We do make a pretty dysfunctional couple.” He whispered.
“I know. But like your said before,” she turned around and kissed him full on the lips, “I love you for all you are and aren’t. Your perfections and imperfections. Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t.” Peter promised. “Shall we?” At that they both got up and cleared the table, preparing to finally leave the Starbucks. It took all Peter had to not let out a chuckle while they left. The manager of the Starbucks gave Peter a wink, and Peter returned the gesture with a quick wave. Peter inwardly wondered what was going to happen the next time they come to the coffee shop. Every time they visit a false complication is bound to arise.
Created: Jan 06, 2011mronnow Document Media