Think about it…My husband is an auto mechanic. The last thing he wants to do when he gets home is work on cars. Starting to get the picture?
And you’d have to have pretty spectacular stuff. My husband used to tell me the car I was driving when we first met was a piece of crap. It didn’t take a mechanic to figure that out, but I figure he’s got plenty of comparison. He’s got his face and hands in engines all day. I’d hate for him to be comparing my anatomical parts to those he’s been looking at all day.
Wouldn’t it make for interesting dinner conversation though? “You wouldn’t BELIEVE what I saw today!” Um, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore. Sure fire way to lose weight. Okay, so maybe there’s ONE good point.
Professional race car driver. I’m scared to death watching when a friend of mine is driving, or someone I kinda know, or even somebody I met once. I would hardly be able to watch anymore out of nerves if I was married to a pro.
I wouldn’t want to be married to a haircutter.
My woman barber told me I should come in more often.
I said she probably had a much different idea than me about how often is often enough.
She said I sounded “just like my live-in boyfriend” who resents getting a weekly trim in the kitchen!
I think it would be torture to be married to a police or fireman. I mean every day not knowing if they were going to come home alive or not. ::shudder::
Despite all the glamour, you wouldn’t want to be married to a Congressman/Senator. They spend 4 days in Washington/3 days in their home district 9 months a year, which means you won’t see them 3 or 4 days a week, depending on where you live. Then, Newsweek said 87 of the 535 (about 1/6) are having affairs (because they see you so little). Then they get paid very little considering they often have 2 houses to pay for, one in the home district one in THE district. It’s something like 140,000 now. And, save the month of vacation, they work from 9-9. When they’re not legislating they’re hitting the rubber chicken circuit or visiting Ms. Krebaple’s elementary school class. Frankly, I don’t know how some of those couples stay together.
I’m married to a soldier, so… but I really wouldn’t want to be married to any kind of doctor who is on call. Terrible hours, stressed-out spouse, thankless job, spouse smelling of disinfectant or worse, malpractice insurance…
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Observed one in Open Heart throw a temper tantrum any 4 year old girl would’ve been proud of. The pouting and whining were pretty interesting and he did stop just shy of stomping his feet.
After reading about groupies and life on the road, I felt real sorry for the wives of rock stars.
Elayne Boosler, I think it was, did a funny thing on the husband-as-gynocologist. You know, you greet him at the door in a negligee and no panties and he explodes “If I have to look at ONE MORE of those things…”
Seriously? Astronaut. I would never be able to sit there in front of the TV cameras, being brave, while NASA tried to figure out some way to rescue my husband.
Same for me. Eons ago, I dated a guy who wanted more than anything to be a firefighter. I admired him for wanting to do it, but I could not have stayed with him. As it happened, the Navy took me in one direction and him in another - dunno if he realized his dream.
My cousin was less than thrilled about being married to an ob/gyn. He did all the things listed before - not wanting to look at another one (he did actually use those words) and more. When she needed to see a gyn, she didn’t get a great bedside manner, she got her husband swatting her bottom during exams to get her to “relax”. Yeah, that’ll move the exam along. Oh wait, no, that would move the doc onto the floor after I kicked him. “Sorry, dear.”
Myself, I wouldn’t want to be married to a lawyer. Lots of stress, he’d spend all day with grouchy people, and how on earth would I stand up in a fight with someone who majored in arguing? (Look at my username. Not a good sign.)
