posted on Feb, 20 2005 @ 04:18 PM
I was reading a post on ATS (what was it doing there?) about the high number of women who cheat. Which naturally brought up the high ratio of MEN who
cheat. Ad nauseum.
I didn't want to get flamed, so I decided to rant here, where no one will notice.
I love my wife.
She is hot. She has a curvacious body and long dark hair. Her eyes are an impossible blend of blue and green, depending on what she is wearing. She
is dark and quiet and mysterious and unpredictable. Even after all we've been through, I cannot stop thinking about her. I met her in the pouring
rain, at the laundromat on campus, when she wasn't wearing a bra. I still can't take my eyes off her.
We've been married 7 years, and I am still madly in love with her. She's the funniest and smartest person I know. EVERY day of my life she says
something that makes me laugh out loud. The world is poorer because she is not a professional comedian. She is the life of every party, and I love
seeing all the other people who admire her.
She is a doting mother, who raises our children so carefully, and so lovingly. She packs their lunches, cutting the sandwiches out in little heart
shapes for Valentine's; even for the kids who are old enough to make their own lunches. She makes homemade cookies (from scratch) to send in thier
lunchboxes, so all the other kids will know who has the best mom.
She pays the bills. And yet she's like a child herself--always living totally in the present moment. When I am wasting all evening on the computer,
she doesn't sit sulking in the living room by herself. She will come in and tug on my shirt and say "pay attention to ME now!" Or she might
nibble my ear or put her hand down my pants. You can never predict it. And you wouldn't want to.
Yesterday I was eating an Anjou pear in the kitchen. It was so soft, a sweet slimy mess. She passed by me, and stopped her chores to pick up the
pear. With a twinkle in her eye she tore off pieces and slid them one by one into my hungry waiting mouth, wiping her hands on my shirt. She was
leaning on me, practicly climbing up on me, and I was breathless. My heart was pounding with the knowledge that the kids were right down the hall,
and might walk in any second. I was laughing, remembering when we were afraid of being caught by her parents. Now I 'fear' being caught by our
kids! I was in ecstasy. Viagra would go broke if every marriage was like ours. Even after 7 years, her touch sends electric jolts coursing through
me, and winds me up instantly. She can make eating a piece of fruit into an erotic fantasy I wish I had videotaped.
No one will believe that I don't cheat, and don't want to. But who cares about that. I have a treasure beyond measure, and nobody knows it but me.
You wouldn't cheat if you were in my shoes either. You'd be cheating yourself. I have no idea why God has allowed me this ecstasy, and why she
loves me so. I must be one of the happiest men alive. And nobody knows it but me.