"There is no present" I said to her.

She raised her eyebrow as her head cocked sideways. Her expression of confusion always reminded me of my childhood dog, Hazel.

"I don't understand. I didn't ask for a present. Its not even my birthday." she said to me as if that was the perfect argument.

"No, no. " I corrected. "I meant there is literally no present. As in present time. The moment I said 'this is the present' it becomes the past."

She attempts to hide the rolling of her eyes with an uneasy smile.

"Uhm, babe, all I am saying is that you need to be present. At the meeting." She says to me matter of factly.

"But I am trying to say that you can't define the present. It is a thing of the past or more correctly of thing of non existance." as speak I begin to loose focus on her and more on the odd paint job the painters did to a section of the wall.

"I know you always say that we live on the same planet but in different worlds, but I think you " pointing at me sternly "are talking "she does the air quotes as she says her next word " presently talking out of the ass side of the universe."

I smile because in the several months of our relationship her whit and sarcasm have increased tenfold under my tutelage. A small fact that usually is amusing but occasionally is annoying. Right now I am amused.

"Look, I think you are missing my point. Present is an illusion. An illusion we create to attempt to transfix time when we can't. EVER!"

I see realization hit her. I think she gets what I am trying to say.

"I get it." she says. "you really don't want to go." her expression turns sour.

"My presences does not to be present at that particular meeting."