If you met yourself walking down the street, would you be interested in that person? Would you like to take yourself out for a drink, or maybe take you home to have a little more of an intimate encounter? After a few days would you still want to be with you?
If you are anything like me, you might take a second glance. You may even say hi to yourself, but out for drinks? Bringing that person into your home? That is a little more complicated.
Just so we are clear, I’m not talking about liking the fake you. I’m talking about the real one. The one currently still in her pajamas. The one that can be laughing one minute and crying the next. The one who yells at her kids. The one who hates his job. The ugly one.
There are a lot of things that are out of your control. You may not be perfect, but you can become someone you like. You can also learn to like the person you are. Best of all, you can have a good time doing it. At least I hope so. I’m not my favorite person either, so I hope you don’t mind me tagging along on this journey to wanting to be with ourselves.
Once a week I’ll be posting on this topic. Unless I am hormonal, or pessimistic, or lazy…or busy making excuses. Okay, I’ll post if you show up. We have to like each other while we learn to like ourselves.
This special edition of To My Husband also comes with a shout out to Pouring My Art Out, who thinks these things are boring and need to be spiced up.
I’m going to tell the story of our first date, but for some added spice, I’m throwing in a big fat lie. You get to guess which part is bs.
We met on a rather normal day, in a rather normal way, but I captured his eye, and possibly other things that would be very inappropriate to talk about here.
Our first date was planned shortly after.
He picked me up and we were off to the eating establishment he had carefully selected. I didn’t want to waste too much time playing nice, so one of the first things I said was something like “so, aren’t you married and living with a different woman?”He laughed and started explaining.
After our lovely dinner we went to see some MMA fighting, where we enjoyed rating the ring girls.
Of course, no first date would be complete without a trip to the strip club. After which he dropped me off in love and drunk (although not necessarily in that order).
I’m glad you had a good time after work today. I really am. Sometimes it is hard for me to communicate my feelings, and sometimes it is hard for me to understand my feelings. I can communicate better, when I write, so here it goes.
I am glad. I want you to be happy, and I am happy for you. It seems like we have made a few decisions lately to go with what one of us is thinking/wanting. And later we may go with something the other one wanted. It is hard to know when something is really the best thing to do, but there’s no road map to guide us.
I love you, and I’m glad you are able to do some of the things you enjoy. Everyone needs a little spontaneity sometimes too,
My husband finally made a blog! Technically, I made it for him, but who cares about the details right? So, go check it out at: http://hobblershusband.wordpress.com/ There is not a lot of content yet. I, umm, he just set it up.