It began with a
Möbius strip , an object with only one surface and one edge; such shapes are an object of study in
topology. I'm sure you made a creation like this is in some class in public school that made an attempt at creativity. You take a strip of paper and twist it once and then tape the ends together. If you cut the strip along the middle, you are left with two interlocking strips of paper.
I would come home to dozens of Möbius strips littering the coffee table and couch. They got complicated with several strips and colored paper. The Marxist was leaving little pieces of paper on my pillow. Instead of flowers, he gave me Möbius strips--which I crumpled cruelly in my fist.
Then he discovered string.
Books started showing up from Amazon solely devoted to knot theory. He became a kitten and the cats became men. All three played with strings. Once, before heading to the dungeon, I admittedly played cat's cradle with him, but only once!
Later, he needed Play-Doh to create more complicated knots, making doughnuts with hot pink Play-Doh and wrapping string around them. He would record these in his notebook with specially bought colored pens.
I told him that I needed to practice bondage on him for work. His eyes flash with excitement and says, "Awesome! I can't wait to study the knots you make." Honestly, I do not deserve such a partner.
When he gets back from vacation from NYC, he tells me that he has slept with his friend Anat (pronounced AH-nat). I told him he wouldn't have slept with her if her name was Julie.
