Me: I’ve noticed you haven’t looked at me lately.
Significant Other: What are you talking about? I look at you every day.
Me: Yes, you “look” at me, but do you really “see” me?
Significant Other: And the difference between looking and seeing would be?
Me: When you “look,” your eyes remain on my person, then they blink, and finally, they look at something else. When you “see” me, your eyes lock with mine and it seems like you’re staring into my soul.
Significant Other: First off, when I “look,” my eyes don’t remain on “your person.” They remain in my eye sockets, and second, I don’t have a super power that allows me to “see” into people’s souls.
(laughs to himself)
Ha! Although that would be cool! My super hero name would be “The Seer.”
Me: The Seer? Seriously? When you can’t even see all this hotness in front of you?
Significant Other: Really? Where?
Me: I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. But tell me, is it because I’m older? Is that why you’re not seeing me?
Significant Other: You’re being ridiculous. I both look and see you all the time.
Me: Whatever. This is how it starts. Women get older and men start looking at younger women.
Significant Other: Okay, we might look at them, but ask yourself, “Are we really ‘seeing’ them?” (chuckles out loud)
Me: Well, I’m going to start looking at younger, hotter, and better built men.
Significant Other: Yep. You do that.
Me: I mean it. I am.
Significant Other: Good for you.
Me: What? You don’t think I can?
Significant Other: Nope.
Me: Why not?
Significant Other: Cause you’d have to learn the fine art of looking and seeing first.
Me: I’ve already mastered that art.
Significant Other: Really? Do you “see” me? Do you “look” at me?
Me: I do!
Significant Other: Then why have I strolled through the market, had coffee with you at “Talamini,” and purchased train tickets, all with my fly open?