Sometimes, I tell Jason he can pick the movie/restaurant/sexual position. "Your choice" I tell him, as if I am a nice and generous person.
His face clouds over. He knows I am neither nice, nor generous. He declines my offer. "No, no, your pick," he'll insist, but I am steadfast. I make him pick.
And so he does.
And if he picks wrong, as in, picks anything other than what I was secretly hoping he'd pick all along, I will pout.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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