How Do You Know When It's Love?

When he buys fish at WalMart because he thinks it sounds good tonight. When you get home and he starts asking you what kind of pan he should cook it in, so you take over. Even though you'd rather poke your eyes out with a butter knife than smell, let alone eat fish. It's love when you nicely saute the tilapia in butter and lemon juice with freshly ground pepper and a little salt in order to avoid whatever disaster he was going to turn it into. It's love when you're really proud that you've actually made it seem somewhat not only edible but maybe even tasty. You start to think maybe it's not so disgusting and maybe, since you are a such an amazing gourmet chef, you might try a bite. Then you really, truly realize how much you love him when he gets out the ketchup and Cholula and instead of trying a bite of the fish, you just chomp down nicely on your tongue.