January 31, 2010
The old saying went something like, “love is never having to say you’re sorry”. Maybe, but I think that the true test of love is being able to sit next to someone day in and day out and listen to them eat. Years before Rich and I got married, I travelled around Europe with my boyfriend Paul. Smart and rich with a promising career in engineering, he would have been a great catch if it weren’t for his table manners. The cacophony of chewing, breathing and fork stabbing killed the romance well before the plane touched down at Pearson airport.