Being a lesbian? That your girlfriend (or partner, or whatever) wants to fix that broken tape player just as much as you do.
The tape deck on my little stereo (I would call it a boom box, but I would sound too 90s) ate up her new favorite tape a couple nights ago. It was a country mix, so the fact that she liked it so much surprised me. Unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to listen to it, since the reason it was in my tape deck was, as you might guess, so I could listen to it. As soon as we got partway through that first song and it stopped playing I knew what had happened. Sure, it was a bit sad I didn’t have the chance to listen to her new favorite mix tape, but that was ok because it meant I was going to get to try to retrieve the lost tape. I suppose sometimes I forget that she likes doing those things just as much as I do, because as soon as I wanted to be on top of it, she was over there working on it. I was stuck making dinner (ok, it was chili mac and probably doesn’t count as a real dinner) trying to peek my head over there whenever I could get in. She did a good job at getting it mostly unwound, but her emotional attachment to the music meant that she got frustrated; and whenever it reached critical threshold, I swooped in to work on it for as long as I could. Which was usually 15 seconds.
Eventually, with our powers combined (and my hands performing the final freeing act) we got it out. The tape, at least the first bit of it, is destroyed. I’m sorry that my tape player ate your newest-favorite-old-mix-tape-made-by-someone-in-the-80s tape.
But at least we got to figure out how to get all that tape out of the player, right?
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