Yes. The simplicity of life. Aside from the humor really, why do some people (men and women for that matter) try to make their lives as if it is something in movies or soap operas and stuff, with dramas and stories? Marriage is really getting harder and harder by time with such people around. Worked out or didn’t work out, liked or loved, or even hated, some stuff are better kept away as it is called a “private life” – just saying
Hubby pulled me out fro under a fie cabinet. The first day they give you dumb stuff until they figure out what to do with you, so I was filing signature cards. What I wanted wasn’t in this drawer, so I pulled out the next one, and the entire business started to fall over on top of me. Hubby happened to be watching, and dashed over to push the cabinet back up, lift me to my feet, and stuck around to see what else was gong to happen.
I met my husband when he was a music prof and I was an “old” grad student (working on a second Master’s, already having been married and divorced). He was directing the brass ensemble and was looking for horn players. I went to his office and asked if he still needed a horn player. He must have needed one badly, because I’m still here more than 35 years later.
My wife stood me up for our first two blind dates that her female cousin (my co-worker) set us up on in 1980. When I came back for a third one, she decided that I might be the steady type and we married a year later.
This is funny. A comic that helps to dispel stereotypes, depicting a very old stereotype about men vs women. Why Can’t We All Just Get Along!? Smirk :)
“Future husband” and I met in college—a friend who knew us both had been telling him for a year that he should meet me. I was still dating my high school sweetheart, thought we’d get married. I lived on campus, as did Future Husband. Future Husband came into my dorm room and sat down on the floor (as part of a group) and stared at me, wide-eyed, for several hours. I had no idea what was wrong with this dude. I patted his hand and told him whatever it was, he would be okay. We were part of the same friend group for years, through the breakup with high school sweetheart AND through me dating other people. He asked me out; I told him that I liked his company and would never, ever see him That Way. We could be friends if he could handle that, and that was all it would be. I was completely direct. We had this talk monthly for years.
While I dated other people (and he did not), we were friends. One day, though, eight years into being friends, we had a fight. Can’t remember what it was about, but I thought he was never going to speak to me again. And I realized… that would be awful. It would leave a huge hole in my heart. The next day, we made up from the fight, which he was already over, and I said that if he still wanted to go out… I would. He was startled but definitely excited. I’d already made up my mind that I’d marry him, and it was a good thing—the first three “official dates” were TERRIBLE (hilariously so). The fourth one was pretty good. :)
We’ve been married over 20 years now. I’m always a little wary of telling folks my story because I don’t want them to take away a bad lesson. He was always respectful of my “no,” and he did value my friendship as more than a way to get romantically involved with me. But I love this man and marrying him is the best decision I ever made. He’s funny, supportive, loving, and bed activities… are on point. :)
basilisk over 2 years ago
You’re a brave man admitting that
FreyjaRN Premium Member over 2 years ago
If she hears that, he might get couched.
seanfear over 2 years ago
Yes. The simplicity of life. Aside from the humor really, why do some people (men and women for that matter) try to make their lives as if it is something in movies or soap operas and stuff, with dramas and stories? Marriage is really getting harder and harder by time with such people around. Worked out or didn’t work out, liked or loved, or even hated, some stuff are better kept away as it is called a “private life” – just saying
Dani Rice over 2 years ago
Hubby pulled me out fro under a fie cabinet. The first day they give you dumb stuff until they figure out what to do with you, so I was filing signature cards. What I wanted wasn’t in this drawer, so I pulled out the next one, and the entire business started to fall over on top of me. Hubby happened to be watching, and dashed over to push the cabinet back up, lift me to my feet, and stuck around to see what else was gong to happen.
MIHorn Premium Member over 2 years ago
I met my husband when he was a music prof and I was an “old” grad student (working on a second Master’s, already having been married and divorced). He was directing the brass ensemble and was looking for horn players. I went to his office and asked if he still needed a horn player. He must have needed one badly, because I’m still here more than 35 years later.
Robert Wilson Premium Member over 2 years ago
My wife stood me up for our first two blind dates that her female cousin (my co-worker) set us up on in 1980. When I came back for a third one, she decided that I might be the steady type and we married a year later.
Buoy over 2 years ago
This is funny. A comic that helps to dispel stereotypes, depicting a very old stereotype about men vs women. Why Can’t We All Just Get Along!? Smirk :)
ladywyntre over 2 years ago
“Future husband” and I met in college—a friend who knew us both had been telling him for a year that he should meet me. I was still dating my high school sweetheart, thought we’d get married. I lived on campus, as did Future Husband. Future Husband came into my dorm room and sat down on the floor (as part of a group) and stared at me, wide-eyed, for several hours. I had no idea what was wrong with this dude. I patted his hand and told him whatever it was, he would be okay. We were part of the same friend group for years, through the breakup with high school sweetheart AND through me dating other people. He asked me out; I told him that I liked his company and would never, ever see him That Way. We could be friends if he could handle that, and that was all it would be. I was completely direct. We had this talk monthly for years.
While I dated other people (and he did not), we were friends. One day, though, eight years into being friends, we had a fight. Can’t remember what it was about, but I thought he was never going to speak to me again. And I realized… that would be awful. It would leave a huge hole in my heart. The next day, we made up from the fight, which he was already over, and I said that if he still wanted to go out… I would. He was startled but definitely excited. I’d already made up my mind that I’d marry him, and it was a good thing—the first three “official dates” were TERRIBLE (hilariously so). The fourth one was pretty good. :)
We’ve been married over 20 years now. I’m always a little wary of telling folks my story because I don’t want them to take away a bad lesson. He was always respectful of my “no,” and he did value my friendship as more than a way to get romantically involved with me. But I love this man and marrying him is the best decision I ever made. He’s funny, supportive, loving, and bed activities… are on point. :)