Hello and Happy Saturday!
Are you currently in a relationship or marriage? Is he/she your type? I never thought I did have a type. I have many friends who date only certain kind of men/women. Some only love the business/manager/big money kind of guy. Some only go for the six-pack, sun-tan guys and others only for nerds. Well, I always thought I am open to anybody who is interesting, regardless of the clothes he wears or the car he drives. [What I always want to find out is, WHY do men honk when they see a woman they apparently like on the street? I never get this. What am I supposed to do? Go up to your car, open the door, get in and we live happily ever after? Or come up to your car at the red-light and start a conversation? I am getting off on a tenant here, sorry!]
So, here I am, open-minded and full of love to find the one without really looking for him. Because this is apparently the only way to do it.
And then I met my husband. And the optimistic side of my brain that thinks about rainbows, sparkles, fun and ponies [not damn BronyCon!] – said YES, he is awesome!
Anybody who asked me in the beginning what he is like I would say, “So French!” and left it at that. What made him so interesting to me was that he checked off pretty high on my self invented men-list. He is tall, strong, brown eyes and of course French. His wine glass is usually half full while mine is half empty. He is older than I but not too much. Juuuuust about right. He loves to write and read even poetry [duh, French] and it was surprisingly refreshing [really damn hot!] when he read Rimbaud out loud in French. Since the beginning of our relationship he spoke this weird language I did not quite understand. I am not talking about his accent which is sweet. Hah!
We always have long conversations and he is really interested in what I have to say. He thinks I am funny [well I am, so he better laughs about my jokes even thought sometimes I am only 50% funny]. He knows where he is going with what he is doing 99% of the time which I don’t. He has a pretty real, confident picture on where we are heading together in life which I don’t. All I need to do is trust his theories and calculations but this is easier said than done sometimes. [bad experiences!] But this is for another post. With him I have the feeling that I found my type of man who I like to stick with. Kind of like this. We just have a lot in common. I knew we are on the same page in many situations because we are both from Europe. This might sound weird but for example we know that it is just normal to eat cucumbers, tomatoes, bread and cheese from dinner. Or we both give McD and its french fries the little side-eye. He also knows that if I am quiet for too long, something is wrong. Unconditional, as we both said pretty early into the relationship.
The best part about it all is that I can be myself as much as he can be himself. We don’t want to change each other. Eating sweet-popcorn-with-the-computer-on-his-lap-while-he-is-actaully-sleeping-and-just-pretends-to-watch-the-movie-with-me-because-he-thinks-the-movie-sucks. And me, the sometimes complete mess-exxagerating-miss negative-who-brushes-her-teeth-with salt toothpaste only-while-making-breakfast and reading at the same time. And all that, is everything! This is what is important.
Do you have a type? I would love to hear from you!
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