For some context, here is a little background information on me and the lucky guy who is my better half, most of the time.
Me – RA
By day, I’m a proofreader at a small consulting firm and I love to read and write, so that’s helpful for blogging when the workday ends. I talk and type quickly, but eat slowly. I’m very organized and I try to incorporate spreadsheets into as many facets of my life as possible. I enjoy any excuse to fire up my mixer and make a batch of cookies, but the domestic arts are not my passion. By nature, I am more pragmatic than emotional, which does not make me the most typical of girls, but I definitely make things interesting. I love a man who plans and it helps if he throws in some epithets about how I’m the light of his life. Because I am, of course.
Him – JG
JG is a very tall high school math teacher who loves math like most people love chocolate. His birthday and Christmas lists routinely include books that extol the virtues of prime numbers, explore unsolved mathematical puzzles, and explain famous proofs. Ultimately, I think it makes him a better teacher, but in the meantime, his nightstand looks awfully strange with that reading material. JG is highly logical (to the point of irritation, at times) and researches everything thoroughly; he lives by Consumer Reports. The guy is really sweet; he’s much sappier than I am, honestly. Lucky for me, JG enjoys cooking dinner and heaven help you if you get between him and his grill.
Us
This site will have a lot of posts about the story behind JG and me, so I won’t have a huge spoiler here. The basic gist is:
- JG and I met at college.
- We became best friends. No, really, we were actually best friends.
- We started dating in the beginning of sophomore year.
- JG popped the question at the beginning of senior year. I said yes.
- We were married in June 2005 in 90-degree weather.
- Two months later, after seeing 17 houses, we made an offer on a house.
- Two months after the offer, we made the move.
This list brings us up to now: JG and I are busy with jobs and the house and life has fallen into its routine.
I’m usually caught off guard when someone asks, “So, how’s married life treating you?” I feel like a response like, “Harder than I thought it would be,” is expected, but that’s not exactly accurate. Really, I want to say that it’s pretty fun, but I don’t know if that would come off as overly optimistic or something.
JG thinks I think too much and I should just say that things are fine.
Whatever.
Recently, I had to travel across the country for work and I wasn’t exactly excited about it. I always look forward to hanging out with JG in the evenings; it’s like a prize at the end of the workday. The prospect of thirteen hours of meetings over the course of two days was unappetizing enough, but adding in a big, empty bed and a time difference that made phone calls nearly impossible didn’t help the situation.
