Well where would I pertain to start... it wasn't at the beginning rather the end. For we were going out, I put on my already ironed jeans, ironed jeans? yes I do that.
But moving on from my habits, we move on to another of her perception of time. those fateful words of;
"I'll be ready in five minutes"
What isn't told, what hides beneath these words are as follows!
1. Five minutes to find a pair of shoes! the minutes start again with each disposed off as what is time without the right footwear...
2. Five minutes to pick a dress to try it on, if it doesn't match ^No1!!^ then as before five minutes graces her thoughts again.
3. Hair she has so much, but if it doesn't match the occasion, I had to buy a break proof mirror, she said the brush slipped, but I have other thoughts.
4. Make up? why she is beautiful without this on. But for some a cover from insecurities. each layer having to match the above and so on.
Well, I had waited patiently? but five minutes collected into infinity. I cracked open a beer, had one or two. then fell asleep on the sofa even the dog looked at the clock and muffled into slumber.
She came down, looking like I had seen her on our first date. The time wasted wasn't at all, those moments now melted away. She has no construct of time, but when I see her like this, it doesn't matter how much time she takes.