There’s this romantic movie out right now and the trailer keeps playing on TV. Brian makes noises every time it comes on. There’s an army guy and he finds a girl whose picture saved his life or something along those lines. I may hear an “Ugh!” or an “Oh geez…” or my personal favorite, “Girls are so weird!”
The movie appeals to me. There’s a man who falls in love with a girl he’s never met and then searches her out. There’s the connection, there’s the pursuit, and then as the trailer promises– there’s passion. Of course I want to see it! But this fact is shear insanity to my husband. He informed me tonight that I’m wired all wrong.
And now as if to further illustrate our vast differences, after a dinner and ‘How I Met Your Mother” together, we find ourselves on separate floors of the house equally content with our own versions of fun.
My husband is downstairs at the kitchen table making flies for fly fishing. Look at the pictures– it’s super dorky! He can’t help himself. When he wants to learn something new, he can’t just try it out– he must master it. So, no store-bought flies for this fisherman– he’s making them himself from dyed patches of deer pelt. True story.
Me? I’m upstairs, equally content with my own version of fun. I chopped all my hair off today and bought a microderm abrasion set. I’m such a girl right now. I have to see what curls look like, what straight looks like, what my shortened ponytail looks like. And next I get to play with my new kit and spend some time treating my skin. I’m elated. When I told this to Brian, he looked at me like I was a crazy person, hugged me, and told me that he loves me.
Boys are girls are different. And the longer we live together, the more differences will rise to the surface. And maybe I am “wired all wrong” in the eyes of my husband, but if pressed, he would tell you that he wouldn’t have me any other way. I’m sure of it 😉