My husband is an unromantic person. Here’s a proof.
We were in our car when I heard the news of a man who takes up diving in the effort to find his wife’s body, three years after she went missing during tsunami.
In the attempt to replicate a typical scene of a jealous wife baiting for romantic gestures from the husband, I started the conversation below:
Me: I’m pretty sure if that was you, you’d probably marry someone else three days after I die, not even waiting for three years.
Him: You are wrong. I’m gonna marry someone else three hours before you die.
That’s my husband!
And yes, I still love him.