I hate buying glasses. I have a very narrow face and they make it look wide and disproportionate. Imagine a chameleon, with these glasses I can sometimes turn the eyes in my sockets laterally too. Once, when I instinctively thought about catching a fly with my tongue, my gf slapped me. She thought I was being inappropriate. Others in fact make me look like I want to hug everybody and my gf... Over the years I gave up the hope of looking like the intellectual superhero that I am, with a deep, willful stare that shows just the right amount of distance and attraction and let her chose. She can find everything. A designer dress for 25 EUR. A cure for your tummy ache. And glasses to fit even a horse. After a couple of failed attempts, we entered a small boutique. "You have great models!", A tells the owner upon entering, "that's a good sign." "What do you need?" "A new pair of glasses for him" She asks about my preferences: "I let her chose", pointing to my gf and, chuckling: "Because I don't see anything when I'm trying on new glasses" Makes sense. We move through the selection which is immediately a mile over all other shops. You don't need fancy designer names for anything nowadays. Most of these brands I've never heard of, but they are fun and original. They show me models, I try everything. My favorite has two nose bridges. As soon as I put them on, I feel like owning a toilet made of solid gold. Having seen the biopic about Maria Callas recently, I tell A in a low voice: "Onassis isn't the only name starting with an O. I'm going to put a gold Ω inlay in our entrance, babe" - "No." Some pairs have the usual problems. We go quickly through them and it's difficult to place them back on their very small plastic ledges this fast. I notice every time I put on a new one, A takes a step back to look at me. But I don't see that far right now to judge her expression so I close the gap. She steps back. "Careful!", I shout, "you're brushing the displayed models off with your coat!". Worriedly she turns around, they are a good distance away, the shopkeeper starts to chuckle. More and more trials, we narrow the selection down, A likes some pairs a lot. "This one, definitely!", she says, a step backwards. I look at her, the owner, A again, take the glasses off with a serious expression and say: "look, what I notice is that every time you make me wear glasses you like, you take a step towards the door. How should I take this?!". At this moment we all have a good time and pass each other jokes like badminton balls. The owner shows me a model with a thick plastic rim. "I can't wear those", I say while violins start sobbing inexplicably, "Ever since I was a little boy, I had to wear such glasses covered by public health insurance. We didn't have a lot of money and my classmates made fun of me, because I was very little and with these chunky glasses I looked like a Lemur". Before I finish my story, I see sparkles light up in my girlfriend's eyes: "These are the ones! Just perfect!". The violins puff into thin air and make room for a drum and crash cymbal. I want another one, A says no problem, there are two rooms to this shop, she would take the one on the left, me on the right. I can have whatever I want. "And if I want to use your door?" "You take these damn glasses, they suit you." I look at the shopkeeper, who is visibly amused, and she finds a pair that I like and my gf can accept. By now we have spent an hour here and I never had so much fun shopping for glasses, so I take both (also because the other door sucks. It made screeching noises like nails sliding over a blackboard). The owner is happy too and offers me a good price, much better than what my health insurance covers. While she's preparing the papers, I grow curious: "So with your discounts, can you take a look at my teeth too?" She says the dentist chair hasn't arrived yet, I'll have to be patient. As the optician measures the focus of my eyes on the glasses, I look deeply into hers and see a fun, slightly timid person who maybe just had one of her best days at work and quickly joined into the nonsense conversation. I would like to get to know her better. Making people laugh makes me happy, there isn't more too it. Looking forward to the day when I can come pick up my new glasses I leave through the same door as A. "What a nice lady", we agree outside and I look at her a bit longer. "What is it? Did you keep the wrong glasses?" - "This was a fun. Both of us made it happen. And her of course. Good job, teammate!". It's obvious, but these things don't turn out like this every day.