“You know what I figured while shaving today?” I asked her as I emerged from our hotel bathroom in St. Lucia.

“No.” she said, betraying absolutely no attempts to conceal her disinterest.

“Well, if you start from the day we got married…,” I continued.

That must have piqued some level of interest in her since she turned back and looked quizzically at me with that familiar “Now, what?” look.

“Exactly 30 years, 30 months and 30 days later…”

I was losing her quickly . All that math made her countenance turn decidedly unquizzical – if that is the word I am going for.

“… will be your birthday this year!” I finished triumphantly. Smug in my belief that I had delivered a mic drop moment.

She looked at me. Disbelief writ large over her.

“THAT’s what you think of while shaving?”

This was not going in a way I had anticipated. Truth be told, I do not have the faintest idea what others think of when they are shaving. For me, numbers, equations and geometrical figures come to life while shaving. There is nothing strange about that, right?

“You are a strange man”.

I was wrong.

In my defense, she knew me very well 30 years, 30 months etc etc ago. So, there!