Sometimes I worry Sexy Nerd is too sophisticated for me. He has a real, grown-up career and a plan for retirement. He can teach you about expensive wine, international politics, and architecture laws. He thinks the movies I love, like Harold and Kumar and American Pie, are "stupid", though he supposedly shared my interest in them when we met a million years ago. Over time, he's become more and more of an old soul, to the point that sometimes he simply isn't any fun for me to be around. He often spends entire days tending to cactus alone, patiently pinching aphids from between the needles, knowing he'll never be able to get them all. Who in their 30s does that? I makes me worry...but sometimes there are glimmers of hope.
Deep down, though, Sexy Nerd is still the fun guy I fell in love with. I was reminded of this the other night when we were watching the Olympics. The Men's Ski Jumping was on, and it made him laugh.
Smiling, my ultra-mature husband said "Watch. It looks like he's farting." He hit the Back button on the remote and watched it again, laughing even harder.
Deep down, though, Sexy Nerd is still the fun guy I fell in love with. I was reminded of this the other night when we were watching the Olympics. The Men's Ski Jumping was on, and it made him laugh.
What's so funny about this?
Sexy Nerd rewound the DVR and laughed again. The ski jumper was soaring through the air, his uniform rippling in the breeze.
Smiling, my ultra-mature husband said "Watch. It looks like he's farting." He hit the Back button on the remote and watched it again, laughing even harder.