Handshake

The other day my roommate (i.e. girlfriend) awoke me before she left for work because she knew that that I needed to arise for an appointment—she was correct (she always is). I was so grateful to her that I wanted to thank her. Now we aren’t the most affectionate couple, and even if we were, kissing her would have been too physically too difficult, so in my half-alseep-half-awake state of consciousness, I lean over the bed and shook her hand. Both of us acted like it was standard operating procedure, like we always shake hands early in the morning before she leaves for work. And it was a hardy handshake—one of those handshakes that seals a deal. It was as if I had just sold her a car or we had finally completed the Hong Kong merger. When I brought up the ordeal later that day we both laughed hysterically. Of course I have the excuse that I was half asleep, but her only excuse is that she prefers my handshakes to my lip locks.