Will you still need me, will you still feed me… May 16, 2007

So yesterday, on my way home from the gym, I walked behind a very cute, very old couple. I ignored my New Yorker instinct to pass them and instead hovered slightly behind them, because I love old couples. Especially when they are so cute. (I tend to imagine myself and M as a very cute, very old couple. I’ll be the adorable, sunshine-y one and he’ll be the crotchety sarcastic one and it will be just like a sitcom, except without the laugh track and the annoying neighbor.)  
 
We passed a newsstand where the latest issue of [Cosmo, Glamour, Marie Claire, they’re all the damn same] was prominently on display. 
 
Old Couple Wife: (observing) Seven thing men want in bed? 
 
Old Couple Husband: Hmm. (Begins to list, in all seriousness) Well, a pillow, sheets, a nice comforter, a glass of water, a good book, a lamp…That’s six… 
 
His wife just kind of nodded her head in agreement and my heart almost burst from the cuteness. I smiled all the way home and, when I saw M later than night, I kissed him and said “I cannot WAIT until we’re ninety.”