Ok...well enough singing. So I was laying in bed with the Wife last night and I went to give her a kiss. Not a big sloppy I-wanna-have-sex kiss...FYI, those don't work anyway...but I nice sweet little kiss and what do I get?
A push and a "Oh shit...it freaked me out!"
That's right guys, that's what lies ahead for us married Joes. At some point you're cruising along and abruptly you realize (cause as a man you only pay attention sometimes) that all of the romance has gone out of your marriage.
Anyway...moments later the Wife declares she has an itch and so I, being the helpful fuzzy wuzzy bear husband that I am, decide to help scratch said itch and commence with trying any number of places that she usually itches. Again I get an unexpected response:
She starts squirming around and swatting at me (swatting is a nice way to say domestic abuse) and screaming at me "STOP HELPING! STOP HELPING!"
In that moment I realized, that the romance hasn't gone out of marriage...it's simply turned into laughter.
We've been together a long time the Wife and I. We've been married 7 and a half years, not to mention the year and a half we were together before the
Things like work and our pets and bills are distractions that subvert that one most important kernel of truth...that we love each other.
So today, when I go home, I may be wielding a cheap bouquet of flowers and an even cheaper bottle of wine in the hopes of seducing the Wife in a more traditional way then I have in a while. Tickling the shit out your spouse isn't the only way to be romantic after all.