"A picture of your closest friend."
Any of you who read my blogs know whose picture is coming up.
I don't know why it is men aren't necessarily ideal friends for women. I don't think that whole physical-attraction business gets in the way - well, not always. Maybe it really does come down to the Mars / Venus thing.
When I want to gripe and groan about something, he will come back with solutions. I'm not describing a problem, I'm not asking him to brainstorm some sort of fix, I'm just venting. A really good girlfriend listens to the gripe 'n' groan, and chimes in periodically with 'Yeh!' 'I can't believe s/he said that!' 'Oh, I'd have done the same thing!'
Sometimes - not often, but sometimes - he does the nod and smile thing and hasn't heard a word I've said.
He can be ever so annoying with some of his habits: he'll leave dirty handkerchiefs all over the place, not just in pants pockets but under the pillow, down behind the sofa cushion, in coat pockets.
He's no good with presents, doesn't remember special dates, and can't keep secrets.
I tried long ago not to compare 'that' husband with 'this' husband. But I'm only human.
The first husband would give me presents for no reason at all. I grew to call them 'guilt-gifts.' He only gave me things when he was feeling guilty, and the worse the crime, the more expensive the gift.
The second husband amuses himself by getting me quirky little books and the occasional tacky souvenir. (I love tacky souvenirs and have collected them on my travels for years. Not a lot of people like my tacky little souvenirs, tho, lol.)
The first husband would give me beautiful floral arrangements, usually when he was apologizing for something.
The second husband brought me an unusual blossom one day. He found some purple flowers growing on a job site, so he picked one for me, because he knew I'd enjoy it. The only other time was when he gave me a small bouquet for our wedding - he picked some wildflowers that he liked.
If I am struggling with something, the first words I hear from Himself are 'How can I help?' When we watch television, he inevitably asks what I want to see. He never complains about what I fix for supper - and always says something nice about it when we're done. He is perfectly happy to let me pick places to visit. He doesn't criticize my hair, my clothes, or even whether or not I shave my legs.
In short, he's a pretty nice fella. I can tell him anything, and even if he doesn't understand, he will give me a hug when I need it. And I'm happy to have him for my closest friend.
Tho sometimes he really should get that beard trimmed.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!
(Dunno that I believe in this, but it amused me...)