“You want ME to do the dishes?” he asked, incredulous. “Sure, I cooked dinner for us, didn’t I?” I replied, wondering what was so surprising about my request.
I was in my second semester at uni. My new boyfriend — let’s call him Sam — and I had just finished dinner in my cramped dorm room. The messy dorm kitchen I shared with the whole floor had no dishwasher. You couldn’t just stack the dishes and leave, so I asked him to wash them.
“But that’s a woman’s job. My ex always cooked and washed the dishes,” Sam protested. I laughed and replied: “Well, I’m not your ex, am I?” He finally got up and did the dishes.