People always want to know what you got for Christmas. This is because they are dying to tell you what they got and they think this is a more polite way to do it. Kids are much more up-front about it, though: they’ll just launch right into their list of loot and the only way anybody else can mention something they received is when the kid takes a breath to move on to page two.
Because the truth is, nobody cares what you got. Not really. Oh, the more well-bred among us can feign interest exceedingly well and convincingly, but they are really thinking about whether or not Jeeves will remember to go pick up more silver polish. The fact that you have received a new bathrobe is truly of no interest to most people.
There is one exception, however. One situation where enquiring minds honestly DO want to know what you got for Christmas. One circumstance in which all and sundry are VERY interested in what you got for Christmas.
This is when two adults have been dating for a while. The time frame varies, but I believe that the older you are, the shorter it is. So, for the sake of argument, let’s just say that if you are in your early twenties, the time frame might be six months. If you are in your early fifties, the time frame might be one month.
And this last one would be the situation in which Porsche Guy and I are to be found. We have been together for way more than a month (might be around eight years, but we’re not really sure). Although we are actually quite fond of one another, we do not live together, nor are we talking marriage. That is not to say that neither of those two scenarios will ever happen, but rather that we are content where we are right now and do not feel the need to change things up.
And this is unusual. Apparently. And since we are obviously a couple of such long duration, everybody wants to know what the hell we are doing. Which leads me into … every Christmas, practically every person I know (the only exceptions being DD and my mother) asks me, in a very kind but very weighted tone, “And what did PG get you for Christmas … ?” If I am talking to that someone in person, there is also a quick glance at my left ring finger, usually just after that question is posed.
So, this year, with great delight, I would like to tell the intarnets what PG got me for Christmas.
A frying pan. A big 30-cm non-stick sauté pan with tall 5-cm sides and a transparent lid.
And that’s exactly what I asked him to get me.
I am thrilled.