It’s slightly OT but…
The girl who got me into Pearl Jam… We’d been together a couple of weeks, all going well, until…
One evening we were messing around, having a laugh, affectionately taking the piss out of each other and generally getting to know one another.
– I asked when her birthday was, she told me.
– She asked when mine was, I told her.
– She said “I hate that date”.
– I missed the change of tone in her voice and assumed this was in the context of taking the piss and I jokingly/sarcastically said “Oh yeah, of course you hate my birthday…”
– She said “No, I hate that date, it’s the anniversary of when my dad died”.
– I… continued… to… miss… the… change… of… tone… in… her… voice……
Unsurprisingly, we stopped being a couple very shortly after…