So I got to thinking, why and what makes you look at your partner and think - I don't care if your feet stink or you left the toilet seat up for the millionth time, I want ya' baby, something bad!?
I have come to realized over the years that I totally get hot for my hubby when he is doing something manly. WHOA. Wait a minute here. I'm an evolved girl, how could I be so shallow?! I DON'T KNOW. But I tell you, when I see said husband all sweaty and digging a hole or all greasy sticking out from under a car, I have an impulsive reaction of, yuuuuuumy. What is that?!
When he is on his cruiser (our big old flame covered Victory) I'm all about that manly hunk o' meat! Huh? He's lifting something huge and heavy and I'm all, Yeah baby wanna' lift me?! What the? And even though this hasn't happened since he had lasik, when he is kicked back all manly in the big chair reading some thick intellectual book that I would never touch, with his glasses and stroking his goatee like he's thinking something hard. Hmmmmmm, the quiet intellectual manly-man I could take some of THAT. Where the feck is this coming from?!
Are we all this...this simple? Is it just me?
On one hand I have to appreciate that my attraction to partner-whom-I'm-chained-to-for-eternity is so basic. I mean I can always fall back on that right? Feeling out of like? Hand him a shovel and convince him to dig a hole while I sit back and admire the man-ness oozing from him. Wanna' have some fun? Loosen the drain plug on the van and watch him slide under and come out all oil covered and ready to go!
On the other hand (and this is where I obviously think too much) I wonder, are we all this basic? Are we driven by these basic human urges and desires that really boil down to grunting and being dragged around by our hair? That all the couples therapy and self help books and talk, talk, talking can't even touch?
I wonder, what is it about me that keeps Darling Husband coming back for more? I'm beginning to think it isn't what the media tells me...fix your hair, do your nails. It's probably my baking or the way I fold towels, something disgustingly role-of-the-woman. I don't know. I do know that he's on me when I feel the crappiest. When I'm like, you want a piece of THIS?! WTF?!
I guess I totally get The Pioneer Woman's gig with Marlboro Man. What is it about your partner that makes you stop what your doing and lose your train of thought? Makes you want to jump them like monkeys in the jungle? Come on, help a girl sort out her issues - share a little!