I’m not afraid to admit I’m a little weird.  Luckily I’m married to a man who ignores my weirdness most of the time.  Although I have to say he is a little bit quirky himself.  Occasionally he’ll ask me to explain myself, but for the most part I get to make my weird and whacky statements without fear of being ridiculed or having to explain myself.

One of my hidden oddities is my attraction to bad boys, oddballs, and misfits.  I know I shouldn’t, but I just can’t help myself.  Fortunately I think I’m intelligent enough to realize this and have been able to redirect myself onto a different path.  Doug is not a bad boy in the usual sense of the phrase.  He has a good steady job and has been employed at the same place for over 30 years.  He use to drink quite a bit, but rarely drinks now.  He’s very handsome in my opinion and doesn’t have any hard miles written on his face.  I think you know what I mean by “hard miles”.

This weekend we were watching “The Wrestler” with Mickey Rourke.  He is the perfect example of what I think of as “the bad boy”.  Instead of keeping this information to myself, I say out loud “I know he’s rough looking and certainly has a lot of miles on him.  But there is something a little sexy about Mickey Rourke.”  Doug is eating chips and hot sauce.  I see him give me a crazy look out of the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t say anything.

So while I’m sitting there, thinking to myself, “Yes, you are a little weird and you have a big mouth.” I remember my grandmother.  My grandmother and I were very close.  I could say what ever I wanted to around her without fear of being judged.  She might shake her head and laugh, but that was it.  I remember sitting with her in her little apartment watching some television show and talking.  I couldn’t tell you what the show was or who was in it.  But at some point I said to her “I think he’s just a little sexy.”  She threw her head back and laughed and laughed.  Then she told me “Child!  You sure do have a taste for roughness!”

In a way I guess as woman we are looking for a protector.  I have my protector in Doug.  Is he a bad boy?  Not really.  He doesn’t let people run over him.  He isn’t afraid to demand an explanation from someone.  He doesn’t like to be pushed and isn’t afraid to push back.  I have seen him punch a guy in the nose who cut us off in traffic nearly making us crash.  He has piercing blue eyes.  I have seen him glare at someone until they apologize or move on.  Yet when his blue eyes look at me, all I see or feel is love.

If there were some kind of catastrophe and we no longer had access to power, food, gas, automobiles and we were cut off from civilization I could depend on Doug to get us through.  He is self-sufficient and dependable.

Now, if only I could get him to rinse out his dishes when he puts them in the sink. <sigh>

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