First charming, then quirky…then love?
Reading an amusing article this morning at Holly’s Corner, led to this internal meandering through my own mind of what new and seasonsed (I won’t say “old?) relationships may have to say about the same quirky little habit.
The girlfriend said: My boyfriend loves to keep a glass of water by the bed at night.
The wife says: There are so many glasses in our bedroom; I may as well start washing dishes in there!
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The girlfriend said: My boyfriend is the strong, silent type. I always feel so safe and loved when he’s near.
The wife says: He never says a damn word to me! I feel like I’m the only one here!
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The girlfriend said: It is so eclectic of him to eschew driving. What an environmental, mindful choice. He’s such a forward-thinker. Cars really are the detriment of our society.
The wife says: I’d love to meet you for coffee, but I have to pick up my kids—and my husband.
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The girlfriend said: I have never felt so connected to nature as I do when we’re camping together.
The wife says: May his fishing boat spring a leak in the middle of the lake—if he’s not home on time for dinner.
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The boyfriend said: I prefer hanging out at my girlfriend’s house. It makes mine look like a pigsty.
The husband says: (Nothing)…he can’t get a word out because the wife said, “STOP! Take your shoes off before you get off the rug!?
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The boyfriend said: This is the best sexual relationship of my life! We lived on takeout and each other last weekend! I’m not even sure if the sun came up at all!
The husband says: Sex? No, no…I’m sure that’s a four-letter word. You should hear my wife say it.
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The boyfriend said: Oh, her parents are great! They’re a really small, close family—all really supportive of each other.
The husband says: No, we can’t make plans this weekend. Her parents are in town again, and when they’re here, we like to spend as much time with them as possible. I was told that’s how I feel. (Quote, Character Ray Romano, Everybody Loves Raymond)
Science says that a pheromone wears off about 18 months after a relationship begins—breaking those rose-colored glasses we’d all been donning. Life would say that it’s the aroma of responsibility and the tedium of our lives (and in my own case it’s diapers—ugh!). In truth, I hope it’s an evolution of thinking—a phase, just like the new lustful feelings you have when you first start dating. I think there is a breaking in period where quirky habits take on the perspective I mentioned above. When you take a leap in a relationship, meshing your life with someone else’s 24/7, there is an inevitable adjustment, as you both find your niche. And, after all of that evolution, someday you may find yourself in the middle of a kitchen, telling fantastical stories about how you two first met, laughing at all the silly little things that made it bumpy along the way, and revel in the new comfort of an old relationship…seasoned, just right with all the quirks it can bear and charm of a lifetime.
relationships, marriage, love, wife, husband, girlfriend, habits
October 25th, 2006 at 9:56 pm
Christina,
Thanks for sharing this piece from Holly’s Corner. It all soundes very familiar. I’m sure I’ve heard OTHER people say these kinds of things
Your conclusion, on the other hand, confirms (in case there was any doubt) your existence as a romantic in the nth degree.
This, Christina, combined with your intellect and wit, and maybe a little good luck, too, is what will make your hopes for relationship evolution a reality.
Naturally, as the “conversations” indicate, the other, #1 ingredient in creating your pleasant scenario, is accepting the other person as you find them… especially AFTER the pheromones wear off!
October 25th, 2006 at 11:15 pm
Oh, Tim…you’re such an intuitive reader! Yep–hopeless romantic–it’s my own Scarlet Letter. I’ve certainly had my share of unhappy endings, but the philosophy of love isn’t worth abandoning in my opinion.
Someone once told me that without living the pain, we could not truly understand the beauty of life. Both ends of the spectrum must be dabbled in. The same is true with love, I suppose.
Wonderful observations overall…I hope to find you reading again soon!