He reminds me of my place in so many ways.
Mar. 2nd, 2004 07:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jdmkleinPeople look at us and think we are a couple very much in tune with each other. We like to talk to each other, we joke, and discretely touch, even when alone. But every once in awhile He reminds me in no uncertain terms where my place is in this relationship.
His computer is networked to mine for the dsl line because mine has the faster whatever. So in the morning when He wants to use His computer, He has to turn mine on first. No big deal. This morning, my computer was acting funny and i wanted to shut down and reboot. i asked Him if He was downloading anything, as i always do, before i shut down, so He could save whatever He was doing. He was just getting up from His chair to go get dressed and take His breakfast dishes into the kitchen. In my mind, the logic would have been to sit down again, check the computer, (this would take all of 38 nano seconds [real time] max), and then go on about one's business.
But no, the scene went down this way. Sez He: just a minute and I'll check. And proceeds to walk out of the room. Ten minutes later, after taking His breakfast dishes into the kitchen and getting dressed, He comes back, resits Himself at the computer and says no, I'm not downloading anything. You can turn the computer off.
i am not even sure it was a thought-out action, one that was purposefully designed to put me in my place. Or is it a dom thing? Whatever and whyever, in no uncertain terms that particular little bit of everyday minutia let me know that my feelings and desires are third after His taking His breakfast dishes to the kitchen, which i would have happily done while He took the 38 nano seconds to check His computer, and getting dressed for work.
And i sat there, the whole while, not saying a thing, and waiting, hoping my impatience didn't show.
His computer is networked to mine for the dsl line because mine has the faster whatever. So in the morning when He wants to use His computer, He has to turn mine on first. No big deal. This morning, my computer was acting funny and i wanted to shut down and reboot. i asked Him if He was downloading anything, as i always do, before i shut down, so He could save whatever He was doing. He was just getting up from His chair to go get dressed and take His breakfast dishes into the kitchen. In my mind, the logic would have been to sit down again, check the computer, (this would take all of 38 nano seconds [real time] max), and then go on about one's business.
But no, the scene went down this way. Sez He: just a minute and I'll check. And proceeds to walk out of the room. Ten minutes later, after taking His breakfast dishes into the kitchen and getting dressed, He comes back, resits Himself at the computer and says no, I'm not downloading anything. You can turn the computer off.
i am not even sure it was a thought-out action, one that was purposefully designed to put me in my place. Or is it a dom thing? Whatever and whyever, in no uncertain terms that particular little bit of everyday minutia let me know that my feelings and desires are third after His taking His breakfast dishes to the kitchen, which i would have happily done while He took the 38 nano seconds to check His computer, and getting dressed for work.
And i sat there, the whole while, not saying a thing, and waiting, hoping my impatience didn't show.
