Well, not really. After all he was the guy throwing himself head long into concrete on a regular basis (he’s a skateboarder and has the scars to prove it).
But he was also the guy with all the exfolients and facial masks (boy was he scary in those facial masks) that everyone whould think was mine. When I was the chick with the the toothpaste and the bar of soap.
I’m just put in mind of this as a downloaded our mutual library onto my iPod, and find I have to keep clicking over all of his tasteful singer-songwriter music to get to my ROCK AND ROLL. If it’s the Stooges it’s mine, if it involves mandolines it’s his.
So who else have/had realationships that defy the cliche male female gestalt?
Oh yeah. Pretty much any male/female stereotype, we defy it. He’s the sensitive one who cries at movies and always wants to talk about his feelings and worries if we’re not “connecting” enough. Me, if it ain’t broke (by which I mean bothering me), I don’t mess with it. I see through storytelling manipulation and rarely cry at movies, even if I am enjoying it a lot. I don’t see the sense in communicating my feelings if a. I don’t particularly have any on the topic at hand or b. it’s perfectly obvious what they are. I’m logic. He’s emotion.
He’s got some Scottish pride thing going on. Haha. But yeah, I am the guy. I can’t help it. I was raised primarily by my father - I like boy things, not girl things. Wheras he was raised by his mother. The man knows how to use makeup better than I do; this has come in handy in the past.
My best friend and her husband have the roles reversed, too. He is most definitely her bitch.
I do all the interior decorating, and I pick out her clothes (believe me, I wish I could just stay home when she goes shopping, but I made the mistake of helping her just one time…!).
The .mp3 player full of Holly Cole, Tori Amos, and Ani Difranco would be a giveaway on its own, even without the whole movie-watching reversal. I get weepy at movies at the drop of a hat, for some reason. Hell, sometimes all it takes is a swell of strings. Last week she asked me if Gray’s Anatomy was worth watching, and I had a twinge of anxiety: Haven’t watched it since we’ve been living together, and that show very frequently wrecks me.
(I have it together a bit more for real-life stuff, thank god.)
We can be watching the effing Life Network, and if something halfway poignant comes across, she’ll look over at me with that superior, ironic look and ask, “You will cry, Larry?” :dubious: Ha.
Oh, I guess I wear the metaphorical apron in the household, too; I do most of the cooking and lunch-preparation.
I think she has a more practical, less sentimental attitude about sex & relationships than I do, too.
When it comes to the personal care stuff, though, it’s pretty clear that she’s the girl. Thank god.
Pfft, what what I’ve seen in any number of my friends, this is quite normal.
My relationship is quite happily chick-free, at least in the sense of the OP. Definitely one of the reasons that it works so well, and that she means so much to me.
Single at the moment, but as tom-boy as I can be, with the hunting and the plumbing and all of that, I do know that I definitely do **not ** like to be the more masculine one in a relationship. Which eliminates a whole lot of men from my dating pool, but I wouldn’t be happy and neither would they.
Here’s one. I abolutely hate football, and my wife loves it. On superbowl weekend, she was sitting and watching the game, and I was cooking and such. Don’t get me wrong, I do a lot of manly things. Like carpentry work and yard work and stuff. But I just like to cook. Don’t look at me like that.
Hey, I’m looking at you like, “where can I get me a man who likes to cook?” Despite our emotional/communication flip-flop, my husband and I have adopted almost comically traditional gender roles for chores. He’s cooked a meal for me twice in the 8 years we’ve been together - and one of those was veggie wraps! (The other was jarred pasta sauce and farfalle.)
I’d say we are BOTH “chicks” in my relationship—we both cook, tho he is even better at it than I am, & takes over in the kitchen most of the time. We both weep copiously at sad movies. We both read historical fiction avidly, although I have come to learn on this board that perhaps that ISN’T the female-dominated reading genre I once supposed it was. We both love to shop, and I mean for clothing, jewelry, kitchen stuff, food, etc. His grown children often tell him he is “too in touch with his feminine side”. Personally, I like it a lot!
So, kind of a same-sex relationship here, except for the intimacy part. And it works great for me!
Ehh. Some of our rolls a little ‘reversed’ (don’t really believe in rolls, that’s why our marriage works)
I, the husband take care of things that involves tools, remodeling the house and stuff. I like doing that.
At races, though, she is the athlete, and I am the pit crew. She is actually a triathlete, and marathon runner. I like taking care of her.
Just today, she and her SIL and niece took off for a day of skiing, while I will stay home, cook and clean a bit and maybe do a little food shopping. We have company here for a few days, and since I hate skiing anyway, I am perfectly content to stay at home and take care of a few things.
I like to cook. It’s more of a chore for her. So that works out great.
About 7 years ago, my Wife went to the bar with friends to watch the superbowl, while I opted to stay home and finnish the insulated curtains I was making from scratch. I did watch an action movie and drank beer while I did it though .
Despite our emotional/communication flip-flop, my husband and I have adopted almost comically traditional gender roles for chores. He’s cooked a meal for me twice in the 8 years we’ve been together - and one of those was veggie wraps! (The other was jarred pasta sauce and farfalle.)
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