We got two teevees, not that both are on at the same time...not often that one is on. But say my wife will be sitting in the living room, hollering at the Tigers, me I'll be in the kitchen where I am now, but reading...and after a time I'll say Do I need to come in there! Judging by her response...a sharp somewhat playful no! or maybe yes! which I interpret both the same way...I need to go in there. Another thing I'll say is I guess the honeymoon must be over! (We've been married nineteen magical, up and down, years.) I can't think of one thing that brings out that response in me, but I like saying it, I guess the honeymoon must be over with! Seems like its best if it comes out of the right field bleachers. I think I'll wake her up later with that one, I GUESS THE HONEYMOON MUST BE OVER! She makes allowances for me, good thing, my guess, as there are few others that do so. Makes me feel needed...like, I have to wake her up...Do I need to come up there! Five more minutes. Slap! The alarm stops bleeping. Nothing like feeling needed and tasked with purpose to start out the day.
But I can't think of any secret methodology...but Kenny Rogers' The Gambler keeps playing in one of the rooms down the dimly lit corridor...you got to know when to hold them....know when to fold them (the sheets and such)...know when to walk away (never...you listen to me when I'm talking!)...know when to run...say like when you pull into the driveway and there's that jerky curtain movement and the dog is hiding in the bushes, no real tail movement. Three or four neighbors are assembled next door, nonchalantly brushing away mosquitoes buzzing them, murmuring murmuring...and the one guy has a big sheet-eating grin, his haunch on the porch rail, leg swinging...you know something is up...and you remember you meant to work three extra hours today.