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..."I like that one you were looking at with the "T" thingy."
My thumb mashed the pause button and my head snapped around to catch her gaze.
Now see, for thirty years the extent of her interest in knives is probing me for possible Christmas gifts. But even that is quite rare as she decided somewhere along the way that I'm too picky and she isn't going to waste money buying me things I don't like. Humph! I've no idea how she would get that inclination.
Camping, hunting, fishing, kitchen, whatever, I've never been able to strike a spark with her around knives.
"Honey, feel this edge!"
"Yeah, that's nice dear."
"Babe, look at this knife!"
"Uh huh, that's nice dear."
"Honey, look at the knife skills this chef has and how sharp his knife is"
"Yeah, that's neat honey."
Time and time again, year after year, I've never been able to make a connection with her around knives. She's bought me some nice ones, rolled her eyes at me about ones I've wanted, indulged me with sharpening gear, but never shown more than a passing interest.
I've tried to get her to put all different stuff in her purse, from little multi-tools to smaller knives and she's basically rejected them all. She has her 6" utility knife and favorite pairing knife in the kitchen that she likes me to keep "sorta sharp but not so sharp that they scare me."
I can't tell you how many times over the last thirty years I've heard something to the effect of, "I'm sorry babe, I'm just not into knives like you are." Or, the ominous, "Why do you need another knife?!"
But there I was today, as so many other days, watching YouTube knife videos on the TV when she says, "I like that one you were looking at with the "T" thingy."
Now, I had no idea what the "T" thingy was, but she was showing interest and I was excited. Being male and knowing my female-communication shortcomings, I did not want to screw this up with a sarcastic laugh or some such. "T" Thingy.
No sir, tread lightly I told myself. I've been watching a lot of videos with French knives and thought maybe she meant the engraved "T" in the spine of some the fancy ones I'd been ogling.
But no, "You know, that knife that had the "T" thing in the handle...?"
After a fair amount of back and forth, I deduced she was talking about the Case Cheetah. Pulled up a picture of it and sure enough, that's the one.
But, it's too big she declared. I want one like that but smaller. I don't think they make a smaller one I informed her. She shrugged and I thought I lost her...
"That's okay," she says, "It doesn't have to have the guard thingy. I just like those shiny silver ends and it's like a knife your grandpa would give you. Ya know? I don't want one with plastic though. I like those bone ones you've been looking at. I wouldn't mind carrying one like that in my purse and using it to cut up stuff for lunch at work. But only one blade though. I don't like the ones with more than that."
Thirty years.
I kid you not.
After all this time, I come back to looking at the knives of my youth and my bride suddenly gets engaged.
I was cautioned not to go pushing stuff on her and that she'll look at some of my websites and maybe pick out something she wants.
I'll take it!
My thumb mashed the pause button and my head snapped around to catch her gaze.
Now see, for thirty years the extent of her interest in knives is probing me for possible Christmas gifts. But even that is quite rare as she decided somewhere along the way that I'm too picky and she isn't going to waste money buying me things I don't like. Humph! I've no idea how she would get that inclination.
Camping, hunting, fishing, kitchen, whatever, I've never been able to strike a spark with her around knives.
"Honey, feel this edge!"
"Yeah, that's nice dear."
"Babe, look at this knife!"
"Uh huh, that's nice dear."
"Honey, look at the knife skills this chef has and how sharp his knife is"
"Yeah, that's neat honey."
Time and time again, year after year, I've never been able to make a connection with her around knives. She's bought me some nice ones, rolled her eyes at me about ones I've wanted, indulged me with sharpening gear, but never shown more than a passing interest.
I've tried to get her to put all different stuff in her purse, from little multi-tools to smaller knives and she's basically rejected them all. She has her 6" utility knife and favorite pairing knife in the kitchen that she likes me to keep "sorta sharp but not so sharp that they scare me."
I can't tell you how many times over the last thirty years I've heard something to the effect of, "I'm sorry babe, I'm just not into knives like you are." Or, the ominous, "Why do you need another knife?!"
But there I was today, as so many other days, watching YouTube knife videos on the TV when she says, "I like that one you were looking at with the "T" thingy."
Now, I had no idea what the "T" thingy was, but she was showing interest and I was excited. Being male and knowing my female-communication shortcomings, I did not want to screw this up with a sarcastic laugh or some such. "T" Thingy.
No sir, tread lightly I told myself. I've been watching a lot of videos with French knives and thought maybe she meant the engraved "T" in the spine of some the fancy ones I'd been ogling.
But no, "You know, that knife that had the "T" thing in the handle...?"
After a fair amount of back and forth, I deduced she was talking about the Case Cheetah. Pulled up a picture of it and sure enough, that's the one.
But, it's too big she declared. I want one like that but smaller. I don't think they make a smaller one I informed her. She shrugged and I thought I lost her...
"That's okay," she says, "It doesn't have to have the guard thingy. I just like those shiny silver ends and it's like a knife your grandpa would give you. Ya know? I don't want one with plastic though. I like those bone ones you've been looking at. I wouldn't mind carrying one like that in my purse and using it to cut up stuff for lunch at work. But only one blade though. I don't like the ones with more than that."
Thirty years.
I kid you not.
After all this time, I come back to looking at the knives of my youth and my bride suddenly gets engaged.
I was cautioned not to go pushing stuff on her and that she'll look at some of my websites and maybe pick out something she wants.
I'll take it!
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