Byron (Neobican) and I are really great at arguing. We have quite a few differing opinions. Neither of us embody each other’s “dream mate”.
But we finish each other’s sentences. We have some sort of weird connection … f’rinstance, I had to pick him up from work yesterday afternoon because his car was in the shop. I parked in front of the building and waited for a few minutes, because he’d said he’d be coming from the front. For no reason, I decided to look the other way, toward the back of the building … and there he was. I’m sure it’s probably just coincidence, but this sort of thing happens all the time … it’s like we’re in each other’s brains.
When I was young and working as a waitress, he bitched out not one but TWO bastard managers in my defense. He was ready to give up a long-standing friendship when one of his friends made an extremely inappropriate comment to me at a party. (It wasn’t lewd, just wrong.) We broke up for a little while after we’d been together for about seven months. We had a discussion about the break-up after we’d reconciled. He cried when he told me that he’d been miserable without me.
On the surface, he’s a major guy … he likes to play pool and ride motorcycles, listen to heavy metal and play drums, and do “guy things” like help people fix things, lift things, and reshingle roofs. He makes quasi-sexist remarks when my friends and I get all cute to go out, and he likes to pinch my butt … (ok, that gets annoying).
When I look back at all the guys I dated before him, and the pool of schmucks my single friends have to choose from, I’m grateful as hell that I ended up with Byron. It certainly could have been worse, and I know that, despite our differences (or maybe because of them) we’re going to be alright. We’ll probably be arguing till the day we die, but when you think about it, that’s a long time … so it’s a good thing.
We have the happily married thread, I know, but this is for anyone who’s in a good relationship. Let the devotion fly.
“…being normal is not necessarily a virtue. It rather denotes a lack of courage.”
He is playful, he knows how and when to make me laugh. He is happiest living where I am happy. He listens to my softest whispers,
understanding my wants and needs, sometimes knowing them before I do. He admires the beauty around him, he looks at life positively. He would not ask me to go against my principles, as he knows how it would affect my soul. He puts me above everything else, as I do for him. He doesn’t make love to my body, he makes love to my soul. He isn’t threatened by my intelligence, and I never have to playact to make him feel needed. He is my rock, he is strong in character, sensitive in spirit. He doesn’t play mind games, he is secure in my love. He and I share everything, we have no secrets. He is a willing participant in my hopes, my dreams, my life as I am in his.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Sweeeeeet! This is cool and good timing. Wanna know a coincidence? My girlfriend’s name is Christie, she goes by Chris. Weird. Anyway, there is a long and boring story about how we met and how we came to be together that I will spare you the details of. The short and long of it is this:
1)Boy (that’s me) meets girl (that’s her).
2)Boy likes girl a lot right off the bat.
3)Boy sweeps girl off feet with first kiss.
4)Girl is afraid of commitment, boy refuses to be gotten rid of. How 'bout that?
5)Girl moves 600 miles away.
6)Boy gives up. Starts to date Crackwhore. Sends dear john letter to Girl.
7)Girl realizes she loves boy. Is very sad; writes letter, sez “I love you and I’ve always loved you I just didn’t know it…pick me.”
8)Boy drops Crackwhore like a hot tamale. Takes Girl back in a heartbeat.
9)Boy tells girl “You have nothing to be afraid of, the only way I’ll leave you is if I die.”
10)Girl tells Boy “I love you so much, I always want to be with you.”
11)Boy transfers to Colorado Springs to live with girl in 2 months.
So that’s cool. Me and her, we’re like perfect together. How could I ever want to lose a chic that says stuff like “Oh sweet! A car show!” And then-during said car show-“Ooh-ooh! After this, can we go to Hooter’s? They have the best chicken wings!”
She is so real, caring, feminine, smart, beautiful, smart, cool, funny, understanding, supportive, goofy, happy, smart, beautiful, ambitious, courageous, daring, huggy, loving, perfect and awesome. We don’t really have an anniversary, due the weird nature of our off and on relationship, so we invented January 5 and “Us Day.”
So here’s to you, chic. You rock. Noonch.
“And on the eighth day, God Created beer
to prevent the Irish from taking over
the Earth.” ~SNOOGANS~
Official “OH shit!” disclaimer
The crackwhore I mentioned in my reply is in no way related to Purplecrackwhore, whom I don’t even know but I am sure is a very cool, kick-ass person. Just a general term for a lady of shall we say, less than pristine moral charachter. I do not mean any offense to you, purple, as I said, I am sure you rule. Peace.
Please forgive any confusion. Noonch.
“And on the eighth day, God Created beer
to prevent the Irish from taking over
the Earth.” ~SNOOGANS~
So, according to South Park, Saddam sent you an e-mail, and you cried like a baby? Cool. I guess Satan is really from Venus, Saddam is from Mars.
I sure hope Satan’s sense of humor is as wide as God’s.
Noonch.
“And on the eighth day, God Created beer
to prevent the Irish from taking over
the Earth.” ~SNOOGANS~
Damn, Smick, I’ve been waiting for months for a good opportunity to sneak “Saddam is from Mars…” into a thread with Satan. And you beat me to it, durn your hide.
Of course, there’s still Bart Simpson saying, “Satan, eat my shorts!”
::What was that? This thread is about something?:: Oh yeah.
Being married and all, my wife is my SO. We like being together, and have been through a lot of stuff together. Met when we were both in grad school, went through teaching (and getting burned out on teaching) college together, and found new careers together.
She’s even better with a snappy comeback than I am, which is saying something.
Shoulda seen us the other day, negotiating with the car salesmen - we were cracking jokes back and forth as we cut through the car-dealer BS, pretending to get up and leave and letting them talk us into staying another few minutes. (We eventually got the car we were after, at our price, too.)
We both love the outdoors, and would much rather read than watch the boob tube.
She puts up with my taste in music, and I put up with hers. (She listens to - God help her - Barry Manilow; my taste runs more toward Harvey Danger.)
She doesn’t like the Marx Brothers at all (sob!), but there are a few bugs in every relationship.
PCW it sounds like you have heaven on earth. I’m looking for the same thing…just haven’t found him yet. I didn’t realize that you were married. It’s refreshing to read people complimenting their husbands/ boyfriends for a change.
Smick… that was you??? Damn did ya have to leave a $50 on the dresser tho…that was really cold…ya know I charge a mule!!!
fuzzy… we are not married… and yes time with him is heaven on earth. The term SO is generalized so it doesn’t have to mean spouse, only the person you have selected to spend your life with.
I really try to be good but it just isn’t in my nature!
Oooppppsss sorry PCW … still I guess it would be the same…if you are gonna spend your life with someone…that’s as close to married as you can get…sorry if I offended you
A couple of years after my wife and I were married, I found out that one of our guests opined to several people at the reception that the union wouldn’t last. I don’t know why she said that and I really didn’t care.
During dinner on our 25th anniversary my wife said, “Maybe Trudy was wrong.” It took me a few seconds for that to sink in. I had no idea she knew about that. We laughed at the irony of it (Trudy has had a chequered career with men).
My wife is my partner in every sense of the word. She comes to the shop two or three times a week, does all the paper work, and keeps me out of trouble with the government and the bank. Whenever I tell her that I would be completely helpless without her she denies it, but I know it’s true.
I could go on and on, but I’ll just say," Almost 30 years and I still love you, Angie."
Enough of that. What’s going on in the Pit? Think I’ll give a look.
When the pin is pulled, Mr.Grenade is no longer our friend.
MY WIFE is awesome, much like you all say, she is my other half. I need her in my days and she needs me. We are perfect sexually and socially and friend wise. We cant not be together, otherwise, we become friends who sleep with each other and want to marry anyway. So we let the inevitable proceed.
Dang I miss her now. Gotta go be back in 20 mins, gotta make a call.
The term S(ignificant) O(ther) is used on this board and in other place to signify someones life partner, soulmate,undeniable love of their life. Notice I didn’t say Wife or Husband because that is not always the case. For example I am to be married in June. Therefore She is not my wife.
Basically, the term is used not out of PC-ness but because it encompasses a much larger group of people. I would’ve thought that Satan’s admonishments about giving it to your wife in her pooper thread would’ve made you realize to listen first talk second…
Newton- ‘SO’ is definitely not a PC term; it’s a convenient term. I mean, it sums up my relationship with the love of my life in a way that is understood by everyone else. And it’s a lot easier to say than “the girl of my dreams who I’m currently living with and will be engaged to once I scrounge up the money for a ring even though we won’t get married until she finishes college which is at least two years away.”
Anyways. No words can truly capture how amazing Rebecca is to me. She complements me, and she completes me. At least once a day I will just stare at her in stunned wonder, amazed and enthralled by how beautiful she is, how her exquisite spirit flows through her body and fills her with a shining presence that calls to me like no other. Every word she says is golden, her voice is like silver, and her intellect and emotions fill a conversation with diamonds of thoughts and rubies of feelings. Never have I loved as I love her, and I would journey through the deepest pits of Hell in order to keep her by my side.
Okay. Time to go to other threads so I can calm the Hell down now…
JMCJ
Curmudgeon Of The Day Winner, 1/19/00
As Selected by RTFirefly
Well, Newton, considering that others in this thread talked about partners they weren’t married to, and considering how your post implied that you thought SO was nothing more than a PC word for Spouse (which it isn’t), I don’t think Frankie was out of line in saying that you should look before you leap.
Now then, getting back to the topic of this thread, which is Saluting your SO:
<Hee Haw>
Saaaaaaaa-lute!
</Hee Haw>
The truth, as always, is more complicated than that.
Just a general term for a lady of shall we say, less than pristine moral charachter. I do not mean any offense to you, purple, as I said, I am sure you rule. Peace.
