Conversations with DJ

Last Friday, DJ texted me that he was about to board his plane and would see me that evening. He had been in California for a few days and was headed back to the East Coast that night.

ME: Okay. Be safe and I will see you tonight! What do you want for dinner?

DJ: Oh... I don't know. It's 6:30am here, I'm not thinking about dinner.

ME: Every. Single. Time. I ask you that question, you never answer.

DJ: Well, I do....

ME: It is always "I don't know." or " I don't care."

DJ: That is because I really don't care. I approach that question like a guy, whereas you approach it like a woman.

ME: What is that supposed to mean?

DJ: YOU think, "Weeelll... I'm not really feeling beef-y today. I'm feeling more chicken-y. But my body says I need a salad. And it's too hot outside for something really hot or spicy, so I am thinking maybe something chicken-y and light with lettuce..... I dunno."

DJ: Here is MY thought process: Task at hand, task at hand, task at hand, task at hand, ooohh, I'm hungry, task at hand, task at hand, drive home from work, yeah- food- yum.

DJ: SO, "I don't know." or " I don't care." really means I don't know or I don't care! I will pretty much eat whatever you put in front of me.

ME: Fine! So.. pizza tonight?

DJ: Sure. I don't care.

I ordered pizza- half meat-lovers for him and half veggie-lovers for me...

...because my body was telling me I needed some vegetables.

And he was totally okay with that.

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