Miami Outcome

It has been a week since I got back from my trip to Miami with ME and we're still talking, so I guess it went well. We had a few confrontations in Florida but overall I would say we got along and had a good time.

The only "fight" we had was Sunday morning. We were walking down Lincoln Ave looking for a place to get breakfast when ME turned to me and we had the following exchange:

ME: "Would you mind carrying my purse?"
NN: "Do you mean for a second?"
ME: "No, for a while, my arm hurts".
NN: "No".

Me thought I said "No", as in I wouldn't mind carrying it, and tried to hand it to me. But when she pushed her huge white purse towards me I just shook my head.

ME: "You really won't carry it for me?"
NN: "No. I'll hold it for a second for you if you need to do something that requires both hands, but I'm not going to carry your purse for you".
ME: "But my arm is sore from carrying it"
NN: "Then maybe you won't bring that huge thing along next time"

It's not like it would have been a hardship for me to carry the purse, but I had to say no on principle. ME stomped around for a while, somewhat angry at me, but she got over it by the time we were done eating.

On Monday morning ME walked out of the bathroom and said "I got my period this morning" then crawled back into bed. I was half-asleep and nodded, then dozed back off. We slept for a few more hours then woke up and started fooling around. After 15 minutes ME stopped and said "God, I wish I didn't have my period" and I said "No big deal, I'll just grab a towel out of the bathroom". ME was horrified and said we couldn't have sex because she was on her period. I asked why and ME said "Because, you just can't".

I think this is where ME's background and education conflict with one another. I'm sure she knows that technically you can have intercourse during menstruation, and that her problem was purely moral, but I couldn't help being curious. After a fifteen minute discussion ME did a 180 on her sex-during-menstruation stance, got a towel, laid it on the bed, and we had sex. However, she was a little embarrassed when we were done and there was some blood on the towel.

I would like to end with a story that has perplexed me all week. Men and women are so different in their thought process, and I think this is a great example:

On Saturday night we went to this party/fund raiser on a boat in Miami harbor. I got ready and was sitting on the bed waiting for ME. She walked out of the closet and said "Which shoe do you like better?". I looked down and she had on two nearly identical black high heeled shoes. I pointed to a shoe (I really had no preference) and she said "But my feet are going to kill me if I wear these, don't you like the other ones?" Clearly, the point of this exercise was for me to affirm her choice, but when I picked the other one she was in a real pickle. She marched into the closet and came out a minute later wearing the shoes she liked, but a different dress, and said "OK, let's go".