My wife's love language is quality time.
So every few anniversaries, I take her out... and buy her a really expensive watch.
I even get it from the glass case with a lock on the door.
I call over the time-keeper, and they get me out a good one.
I don't get the ones they just put out loose on the shelves.
That's just time AND money wasted.
Apparently I confused the meaning of quality time, with the love language, receiving of gifts.
So we had a nice long talk about our relationship over a slice of pizza at the Food Court in the Mall outside the watch store.
I realized that, hey this should count right?
The sign on the wall says 20 minute time limit on tables, we've been here two hours!
Then we had another long talk about the meaning of quantity versus QUALITY.
I realized then and there that I should have read the book.
The extensive minutes that I spent skimming the outline of "The 5 Love Languages" on Wikipedia were just not cutting it.