Geez. Santa. Maria.

I know in the grand scheme of things, six years is but a blink. But we, who are still immersed and suffused in love, are now at the stage where we look at each other and go - REALLY? are you really planning to do that? and most imp.ly, are you planing to be this way for ever?
We do crazy annoying things to each other. And most surprisingly of all, do them on purpose to needle the other or to see how far we can take it.
Why?
Why are we acting this way?
testing each other's boundaries, setting each other off with a word, a look, a roll of eye, getting into - oh horror of modern couple horrors - nitpicking!
For st. ignatius' sake - WE were going to be different, dang it!!!
WE were the unique couple - so tuned in harmony, the know each other's thoughts couple, the ones who won 20 questions every time with the least amt. of spent time.

But today, we are now this:
Yesterday at a Turkish cafe bar restaurant, with friends

Part I of even:
TB: I love you...you look beautiful
ME: Thanks babe

Mingle with other couples, laugh over jokes

Part II
TB: let's order. What shall we have?
ME: Uhmm...the arnivut jigar looks interesting.
TB: yes it does. uhmm...I wonder if jigar is pronounced the same as in hindi ...
which veered off into a discussion of etymology and influence of cultures, which involved the whole table and was quite satisfying.

Part III
conversation minimal
sating carnal stuff - tons of yummy food, hookah, beer and wine.

All good, yeah?

Part IV
TB: why do you drink my beer when you've got your wine?
ME: because I want to taste it.
TB: it tastes the same as the one you tasted before.
ME: But this is the Turkish beer and it tastes a bit like Kingfisher.
TB: Uhmm...

a little later,

TB: can you stick to your glass of wine please?
ME: Geez...re--la-x dude (with roll of eyes).

OK.
I know it irks him when I constantly drink from his alcohol.
I know it irks him even more when I say 're-la-x' with that exact tone and the 'boy you are a frigid moron' roll of eye.
Context here: you know that series, Monk. The boy is a Monk in training - a bit on the 'my glasses need only be used by me and my forks/spoons must be on napkin and not touch table surface' kind of guy.
And yesterday, I was just being in the spirit of the evening of louuuve and dipping my saliva in his beer (which if he reads this will GROSS him out - hahaah boy)
when he went apeannoying on me and did the first, polite 'uhmm...don't you think you should stick to your wine'.
and then the, 'uhm...all the girls seem to be only drinking wine' (WHICH he knows will for sure make me want to guzzle down all the beer in the place even though I dislike beer generally, except for specialty beers which his was originally - I was on the right side, i tell you. i was)

anyhoo, long story short - we did the snide remark falling from the corner of our mouths while smiling and laughing to friends around, while jockeying with each other's drinks and also, weirdly enough our position in the relationship.
geez.

at a quiet moment, when all were enraptured by the luscious belly dancer, I heard the gorgeously in love and going sooo strong couple next to us whisper with my super sonic eavesdropping ears

G1: WHY didn't you come and dance with me when I asked you to?
B1: Because! I didn't want to.
G1: That makes no sense
B1: It needn't make sense. I just didn't want to.

and the couple in front of us go:

B2: Don't you think that's enough?
G2: Don't you think you are enough?

and the boy and I looked at each other and laughed. out loud.
Don't ask me why.
I think it was something to do with shared universal acrimony.