I had to admit, yes, that's exactly what I meant. He said he could tell by the look in my eye, but I think it was the chip in my brain. Then came the scary part: " What do you think I was going to do?" "Well, by the way you're looking at that pen, and back at my arm, my guess would be that you want to draw something on me." And so it has continued for the next few days. He can tell me what I'm thinking, and especially knows if I'm annoyed even when I think I'm doing a really good job hiding it. He can say what I'm about to say before I say it, or at the same time, or mouth the words silently as I'm saying them. Our eight year anniversary is coming up, and I'm beginning to wonder if he has a secret plan to celebrate by making me into a remote controlled Stepford Wife kind of robot via some form of mind control. It's either that, or we are just getting to know each other really, really well.
So, if I start wearing ultra-tight clothes, listening to Mike Savage, and washing the cars on an almost-daily basis, someone should come rescue me. But for now, it's the most amazing thing in the world being married to my best friend. It's like I married myself.