A couple of months ago my husband and I went to Egypt. As we walked around and went to the bazaars, many of the vendors told my husband that he was a lucky man to be married to me. I kept laughing at this because these people didn’t really know me so how could they possibly say that. It was all a ploy to get me to buy a bunch of stuff and well, it didn’t work too well. I didn’t buy that much in the grand scheme of vacation buying.
As the weeks have progressed, I’ve been thinking really hard about this fact that my husband is a lucky man. Because darn it, I think he is really, really lucky to be married to me. Everybody has been telling me this but how come I don’t think my husband knows this. Let me tell you why.
Now I know that men and romance are oxymorons. These terms are mutually exclusive! It never really occurs to men to be romantic. And if it does, what they think is romantic isn’t necessarily seen that way by the female sort. I’m pretty dang sure that when my husband cooks for me, he sees that as the most romantic gesture known to man. But I can’t really see how taking everything that hasn’t been eaten or hasn’t turned rotten in the fridge and putting it in a pot is a romantic meal. Call me picky but I’m pretty sure Mario Batali didn’t make his fortune on stuff like this, despite what some people say. When I cook, I really think about what I want to make. Granted I incorporate those good for nothing greens in wherever I can. But I really do make an effort to think about what he would like to eat.
When I am sitting at my desk toiling away on school work, and he comes up to me and pulls down the back of my shirt, I certainly don’t think the mere utterance of “Oh my god you have a lot of pimples on your neck and upper back!” is romantic? I’m waiting, hoping, dying for him to kiss my neck and make me feel sexy and beautiful. Nope, not with my husband. Instead I get cootie talk! So when I tell him
“Why don’t you pick them if they are grossing you out so much?,” I’m the bad one. I’m gross. Hello!!! Some romance please!!!
Some women would cut him off completely, throw him out the door. Nope, not me. I just let him continue to be a big kid -playing practical jokes on the dogs and me. He is very darn lucky. But I guess I am too since I can write these things about him. And he better not complain!