This is just a fun little piece. Certainly most women my age had this happen to them a million times before it became taboo for a man to look anywhere lower than your nose.

My friend and I laugh about it often. When I catch him looking he’ll suddenly say, “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

I don’t really mind the traditional gender-based division of labor. I don’t mind when he says I should go “rattle around some pots and pans” because I know when it’s time to clean up he’ll tell me to “go sit down and look pretty.”

There’s something familiar and comforting about being with someone raised in the same sort of family at the same time and place in history. And he’s so sweet I really don’t care where he looks.