Ron Nagasawa is on leave. This column previously
was published in July 2000.
A lot of times these days, you’ll see people
labeled by their hyphenated personality types, for instance, obsessive-compulsive.
I guess I can be best described as a practical-romantic.
What that means is if I take my wife out to
a fancy dinner, I’ll have the strolling musicians come to our table
and play, but only if I’m carrying the right denomination of small
bills with which to tip them.
My wife, on the other hand, is an indecisive-romantic.
If those same musicians were to come to our table and offer to play
a song request, she’ll ask them to name all the songs in their repertoire
before she can decide on one.
These last few months with special occasions
like Mother’s and Father’s Day and with all the graduation parties,
I have found out that this indecisive-romantic syndrome comes into
full play even when trying to choose appropriate greeting cards.
I think it says a lot about my wife that she
wants to find a card that has a message which appears to have been
written for the person she’s buying it for. The problem I have with
this is that she has to look at and read every single greeting card
in the rack display.
The other weekend, it took my wife nearly
an hour in an attempt to select one graduation card. When she came
to show me several possible choices and asked, “Am I taking too
long?” the obvious look on my face said it all.
Before I could say anything she contemptuously
told me to go pick out a card. I walked over to the rack, plucked
the first card within my reach, and said, “OK, this one’s good,
let’s go.” She looked up at me wide-eyed and asked the test question,
“Do you buy all your cards this way?”
I boldly announced, “Yes, all my cards,” but
before the breath left my mouth, I included the vital attachment
—"except the ones I buy for you."