Thursday, December 31, 2009
I once knew a woman whose husband got up one evening in the middle of dinner and said, “I can’t take this anymore." He left and he never came back. This story did not really surprise me, because, let's face it, dinner is the most dangerous meal of the day. Breakfast and lunch are just not dramatic enough to sustain the kind of tension and angst that fuel romantic disintegration. But dinner? If a relationship is going to go, it's going to go at dinner.
Posted by Tai at 3:03 PM