16 - Rearranging The Furniture

     "Just hang it a little further to the left."
     "If you are going to be so goddamn picky about this picture why don't
you do it yourself?" There were days when I wondered if all of this
bullshit was worth it.
     "It's just too heavy for me you know that." She put on her sweet voice
again. I couldn't take the sweet voice, it always made me weak.
     "Besides it's your apartment.  It's ultimately your choice."
     "How much further to the left?" I could feel her smile burning the back
of my head.
     She refused to live with me. In her mind for us to live together would
be pushing the envelope. She wouldn't date me either.  I never
understood how that worked.  She wouldn't have an intimate relationship
with me because we were able to have a conversation.
     She had no problem rearranging the furniture. I really couldn't blame
her. The apartment was looking better.  Furniture arranging together
isn't a commitment, it's more like an idea of what the commitment could
be like.  It's a test of your ability to compromise.  Now buying
furniture together, that's commitment.
     I moved the picture just a hair to the right as I thought about her
current boyfriend.