I, Glass Collector

I did not know that I was going to be such a world-class glass collector when I got married. It's my missus that has brought out this talent.

We have developed an excellent team work. She places glasses in the most interesting areas across our pad and I collect them and return them to their origin.

An untrained eye would argue that the glasses are just casually put down when either empty or when the phone rings. I would disagree. They are thoughfully placed in all parts of the apartment: bathroom, bedroom, living room, dining room and kitchen. They are mostly placed, or at least found, close to the edge of a sink or a table. Sometimes half-full and sometimes completely empty.

The content differs as well which always tickles my fancy. Mostly wine, orange juice and coffee. But I have to admit that I have found glasses with water - both still and sparkling - as well.

This glass ritual has evolved to be the perfect analogy for a strong marriage: We are here for each other and build on our strengths. Not weaknesses. I'm an excellent, neurotic passiv-aggressive European and the missus is a very easy-loving, care-free American hedonist. The best of both worlds!