Romantic? Think again...

The other day in the shower I lather up my hair and scrub it as usual. Exciting, right? Yeah, I know.

So, as I turn around to rinse, TR, being the nice guy that he is, reaches up and starts working his fingers through my hair to get the suds out.

I pretty much turn into a puddle when someone plays with my hair. If I was wealthy I would have someone else wash and fix my hair every day. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation.

When he was finished I thanked him profusely. His reply?

"It's just as enjoyable for me as it is for you."

Say it with me now, "Awwwwwwwwww."

As I prepared to say just that, thinking I had the world's sweetest husband, he continued with,

"It reminds me of my long hair. Boy, do I miss that."

And they say romance is dead.