What the Hell just happened?

A clippet of a conversation in our house this evening (some wine had been consumed):

HER: “I think we should be allowed to say ONE thing that really annoys us about each other, and then maybe we can work to lessen that annoyance. Just ONE thing though.”
ME: “Okay. Sounds like fun. As long as we don’t hurt each others feelings.”
HER: “We wouldn’t do that. We love each other.”
ME: “Hmm. You wanna go first?”
HER: “No. Go on. You first”
ME: “Okay. Let me think. Well, sometimes in the evenings you want to get snuggly, sometimes you just want a cuddle, sometimes you just want to talk, and sometimes you want to be left alone completely. And that’s fine, but the annoying part is that I never know which evening is which, because you look exactly the same in each circumstance, and it’s hard for me to tell the difference, and you never give me any clues.”
HER: “Okay. Yeah. Fair enough. I can see how that might be annoying. You still want to marry me though, right?”
ME: “Yeah course I do”
HER: “Great”
ME: “Okay - your turn”
HER: “I hate your moobs”

RC 12-12-15