The Matrix Dinner

Troy’s main love language is physical touch. Which is great when he’s snuggling up to you on the couch, but it sucks when he does it while he’s eating. You’ll find his sticky fingers pawing all over your clean shirt, leaving greasy fingerprints behind.

Sometimes, he’s not even looking. He just reaches out to make contact while keeping his eyes glued to the TV. I’ve started taking evasive maneuvers to avoid his searching hands. There’s been several occasions where I’m hanging off the chair, leaning back as far as I can manage, doing my best Neo in the Matrix impression, while his dripping fingers paw at the air where I used to be.

Unfortunately, when he doesn’t find me where he thinks I should be, he’ll finally look over. And seeing me hanging off the chair, he thinks I’m falling, so he’ll reach out and grab my shirt to help me back in the chair.

Sigh…I guess there’s no avoiding the greasy fingerprints of love.