I joked awhile ago that, on the one hand, I really hate the idea of moving again, but on the other hand, my girllfriend doesn’t like eggplant, and that may be a real showstopper there. Some of my readers may have taken this as sincere advice. Neither vegetable preference nor the inconvenience of moving is a good indicator of relationship quality. I regret any confusion my previous statement may have called.
In addition, it has been brought to my attention that no-limit poker is probably not an adequate metaphor for a relationship. Love is not about losing or winning, and barely about chance at all. Nor does someone else having “a better hand” ever really come into it. It’s right, I am told, when you know that you prefer your partner to any other, no matter what, when if you could see or know all the options, you’d stick with yours anyway. There is no definitive best, after all, and you’re not going to lay down your cards and lose– you just walk on hand in hand. And if someone has a better relationship, it’s not really a reflection on you. There are no prizes outside of the satisfaction of the relationship itself. It’s not a fucking contest, Aaron.
Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Que será será….
Secretly Ironic 