Marrying for friendship

In which I choose someone I want to spend time on the sofa with.

Wedding photo of Mr and Mrs G

I often have discussions with Mrs G about the impact each of us had had on the others lives. It tends to be one of those in depth conversations where she is on the laptop and I saving various continents from peril. It normally means that my syntax structure is determined by the blasts of lightning from my magic shaft.

Dragon Age Inquisition mage
You have a dirty mind

The basic gist is that we compliment each other fairly well, even though we have similar tastes and interests we are still very different people in terms of our temperament. She is a humanities person where I’m the scientist, she is the loud-mouthed American and I’m the repressed Brit.

We are lucky that we are not being a bad influence on each other and passing on our foibles, thereby creating this monster from the worst parts of each side of the Atlantic, although I am sure that most of the stereotypes are conflicting. How could you have be both repressed and gushing emotionally or have bad whitened teeth?

Instead we are rubbing off on each other in a better way, we are smoothing down the rough edges and slowly improving each other. I’m becoming a bit more patient, not flying off into a rage at the slightest provocation.

Not once have I got upset over a sports result while I’ve been with Mrs G, it was a common enough occurrence when living la vida da solo. I’ve become less rapt by football and even cricket has lost it’s hold as quickly as an English batting collapse.

I am less of a martyr, not as likely to stubbornly cut off my nose to spite my face. This may have something to do with Mrs G being unable to detect if I am being Joan of Arc or just grumpy cat. There is no point to being a martyr if the other person doesn’t know what you are doing.

I also eat more cheese and vegetables, but still drink tea and not coffee. I’m happy to celebrate Thanksgiving but will join in the July 4th Insurrection Day festivities under duress.

As for how Mrs G has changed…that is up to her to tell.

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Author: geekergosum

Ah, so you worked out the riddle. You just needed to use dwarfish and the doors to Geek Ergo Sum opened. Or perhaps you just used Google. Either way you are here, on my little corner of the Internet.

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