Husband and I are both total geeks. This example of an exchange comes from a previous post of mine:
Ghanima: It’s so cold! It’s like, a million degrees below freezing in here!!
Boyfriend: That’s impossible.
Ghanima: It’s like, 273 degrees below zero in here!
Boyfriend: I love you.
This sort of thing happens all the time. Recently we caught Empire Strikes Back on TV and I was killing him by quoting random characters (“This is Rogue 2”) and even predicting sound effects before they happened. Ah, geek love.
Mine takes me out for sushi. He doesn’t eat fish and I suspect he thinks eating it raw may be one of my more disgusting habits, but he still takes me out for sushi.
My girlfriend took a massage class before we met. She was single at the time. She just knew that, one day, she’d meet me–a guy who happens to like getting massages! That’s how we knew it was fate.
Because the worst day of our marriage was our wedding day.
Because he cooks.
Because he laughs when I tell others his food is even occasionally edible.
Because he still calls his grandmother.
Because his blue eyes make something inside me melt everytime he looks at me.
Because he loves cats. Big, large furry cats that he gives baths to when they need it.
Because he lets me eat all the cherries.
Because he has feet like fish.
Because he finds all the stairs so the 5"1 wife can kiss the 6"2 husband.
Because his love is unconditional and the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
Because he will find a way to read this, deflate my sappiness with a clever joke and then make me want to put the babe to bed and jump his 41 year old bones long and hard.
I know a lot of men like cats but I would say the ratio between men and women that the percentage of cat lovers weigh heavier on the womens side.
Not my SO. He loves cats. How else would I get away with owning nine of them. I started out with five. When one had kittens (she is spayed now) I could not decide which one, of the two left after adopting out the other three, I wanted to keep. I loved them both so much. His suggestion was to keep both. Bob and Penelope became cat six and seven.
When I saw the desperate ad for Key Key on Petfinders I asked him about it and he agreed, cat number eight. And when I saw the ad for Beastie in Cleveland back pages as a poor cat that just needed some love and attention. He agreed, cat number nine.
My SO is awesome at Guitar Hero and Rock Band and loves showing off at the displays in the store. You can just see the jealousy on the faces of the young men watching when she and I leave.
My husband will talk to me about anything. Anything from the implications of Cardassian involvement with the Dominion to the presidential primary. Sometimes we stay up late in bed talking way past our bedtime. The other night we lost an hour of sleep talking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We just can’t shut up around one another. I’ve known him for nearly 7 years, and the fact that he is still the most interesting person I know makes me a very happy clam.
And I like the thought of being a happy clam, and he embraces that. He allows me to feel sluggish (complete with finger antennae), to wear an octopus on my head if I feel the need, and to absorb him into my cell membrane as a very large amoeba is wont to do. He only encourages me by forwarding me news stories like this. He doesn’t just accept who I am, he celebrates it.
And I celebrate who he is. Thanks to my husband I know that adamantium cannot break after it solidifies from its liquid state, what a ‘‘pyrrhic victory’’ is and how much more effective positive reinforcement is than punishment when it comes to behavioral modification. My husband is salve for the soul and food for the brain. It’s a Doper’s dream come true.
If the ear-shatteringly awful puns didn’t make him rock, it would be that he thinks pants are “tools of the oppressor.” He has many more important good qualities, I suppose, but those might be my favorites.
His chocolate face. He’s a chocoholic, and when he eats good chocolate, his eyes close, and he eats slooooowly, and he gets this smile on his face. I love that. He also bakes his own really awesome desserts, and he likes to watch other people take their first bites–he doesn’t want to miss their chocolate face. I love that too.
We also get obsessed about the same things and talk about them to the point of distraction. In recent years this has included Babylon 5, DS9, Harry Potter, the Batman-Superman-Justice League series, and Dragonball Z. We still have deep discussions about Vegeta and Piccolo, even though we haven’t seen an episode in years. Piccolo kicks ass.
Currently he’s obsessed with the Nintendo game Puzzle Quest, which I bought him for Christmas. I’m not playing it, but he cannot keep from talking about it, and I humor him, even though I have no idea what the hell he’s talking about because he is so cute when he’s obsessed.
My husband is a big Green Bay Packers fan and he has a set of tiny Packers bobblehead dolls that he arranged on our bookshelf. One day, I noticed the coach in the corner of the bookshelf with his tiki god bobblehead looking down at him.
I said, “So, they lost yesterday’s game, did they?”
The fact that he took the time to do that was kind of adorable. Weird, but adorable.
8 years ago, I was making something crafty for Christmas presents and I was getting frustrated with it and said, “I can’t do this!” and I threw it across the room. He got a huge smile on his face and immediately got down on one knee and proposed to me. The fact that my temper tantrum prompted a marriage proposal is another one of the things I love about him.
I love that while we watch TV or a movie, he can say, “Is that that guy, on that show…” and I’ll immediately say “Yes, it is”, knowing exactly who he’s talking about. Or he’ll say, “You know…the guy, with the hair?” and I still know who he’s talking about.
He meeps. Every now and then, when we’ve been sitting together in comfortable silence for a little while (eating, on the Metro, whatever), he’ll turn to me and say, “Meep!” It’s very, very cute. And sometimes it’s a question (“Meep?”), which is kind of code for “you ok over there?” There are several things that can be communicated via a simple “meep,” actually, but most of the time he does it just to be cute and make me smile.
He’s also totally into puppies (and dogs). He’s kind of this low-key cynic, and it’s funny to see him get gaga when puppies are around. I think he’s looking forward to watching Animal Planet’s Puppy Bowl IV even more than I am.
And sometimes it’s a question (“Meep?”), which is kind of code for “you ok over there?” There are several things that can be communicated via a simple “meep,” actually, but most of the time he does it just to be cute and make me smile.