I picked up my new glasses on Saturday. They are black with dark, silver arms, and quite similar to the pair I wore when I first began dating Sal. Just thinner arms, really.
So when I did my weekly “long-call” to Mexico this weekend, I told Sal I had new glasses. I decided to start a game by having him tell me the color after giving him the hint that they are the same color as the glasses I wore when I first met him.
He had no clue.
I remind him that they were black, but his response made me curious. Just how much does my husband notice about the way I look? He has pointed out my eye make-up before, saying how much he loves when I wear it, so I know he sees some smaller details. I asked him if he remembered what color glasses I wore in December when I visited him.
“Yes, absolutely,” he responds.
“Ok, so what color were they?” I ask.
“They were clear.”
I start to laugh. “Not the lenses, the frames! What color were the frames?”
“Oh. Yeah, I do not know this,” he tells me.
Now as I think this over, I wonder what he was picturing when I told him I wore black glasses when we first met. Sunglasses?