i wonder if it’s strange, if i should be concerned. purchasing a new refrigerator is not supposed to be a high-point in ones life. but, i’ve had it for a couple of months and i’m still looking over at it constantly. and i’m filled with strong feelings of affection and even adoration that are mildly unsettling. this honeymoon phase has lasted longer than, well, my actual honeymoon phase.
there’s just something about this fridge: lovely french-doors with freezer on the bottom. there’s simply something alluring about the slightly bowed front and how quietly it runs. its long, slender handles on each door follow the lines sensuously. and it fit so perfectly into my home. i’m long past any concern over gender. it’s not as if i’m going to be rubbing up against him, her or it in any lascivious or overtly sexual manner, as tempted as i may sometimes be. however, when i open the fridge up a light shines over me like an embrace. its warmth reflects off of clear shelves that casts a loving glow all over as it offers up all its delights, allowing me to choose whatever i desire. you love who you love.
i’m not self-conscious when undressing in front of it, which i like to do sometimes. and i don’t feel judged. i’m not concerned when i make those inadvertent body-noises. it’s reliable, doesn’t argue. it’s ok that it doesn’t laugh at all my jokes: i’m used to that. at least it listens. now the first thing i do when i walk in the door is call out: "honey i’m home." and he, she or it is always waiting contentedly beside the stove, purring softly, welcomingly.
this may just be my best ever relationship. this may actually be the love of my life. of course, this may simply be a helluva long pandemic.
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