We're Too Much Alike by Mario V. Farina

"We're too much alike," said Ellen! "I've heard that couples who are similar in too many ways usually fail at their marriages."

"I believe I've heard that, too," responded Phil. "But it doesn't always have to be that way, I'm sure."
We're Too Much Alike
We're Too Much Alike by Mario V. Farina
Ellen Gray and Phil Martin had filled out some forms at Mix 'n Match, a dating firm. The objective of both of them was to find someone with whom they could relate and form a lifetime partnership in the form of a marriage. They were meeting at Grandma's Restaurant on State Street and were enjoying pie and ice cream while they talked during their first meeting. "Look at us," continued Ellen. "We are both vegans, both enjoy dancing for recreation, we like classical music, and movies." "Not only that, but we're both night owls!" "And to top it all, we're Gemini's. We were born in the same year and only six days apart. If it wasn't for those few days, we might actually have been born twins." "And there's another way that we're the same," agreed Phil. "We both want a conventional marriage, and would not consider simply living together!" "If we were married, I would like to live in Scotia." Said Ellen. "I love that little village." "I'd like it there very much myself," commented Phil. "You see, there is no difference. Even physically, we're alike; the color of our hair, our heights, and the color of our eyes." "But were getting along very well here," insisted Phil. "We've had a very enjoyable conversation, and were enjoying our pie." "Yes, but look, we both chose raspberry for the pie and vanilla for the ice cream." "Do you like reading?" "Yes I do." "What kind of books do you read?" His face had a hopeful look. "History, mostly. And you?" "Political stories. See that's a difference!" "Well, not really. It's political history that I like." "Let's try food. Do you like broccoli?" "Yes." "Olives?" "Yes." "Pickles?" "Of course!" "There is no hope," muttered Phil only partially in jest. They finished their meal. Phil took care of the check and Ellen contributed the tip. Ellen lived on Western Avenue. During the fifteen minute trip in Phil's car, he kept asking fishing for possible differences. He was disappointed in not having identifying any in that short period of time. Arriving at Ellen's home, the couple continued talking before exiting the car. "I know of a difference you may not have noticed," Ellen said timidly. "Have you looked at my face?" "You have a beautiful face." "My nose!" "It's lovely!" "I'm glad you think so, but haven't you noticed something?" "It may be a little larger than mine?" suggested Phil. "And…" Phil pondered for a moment, then his face brightened. "Oh! That's a difference!" he exclaimed. "I thought should never notice, but I'm glad you did," she said smiling. "Could this be the difference that you have been looking for?"

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