In which I tackle society’s attitude towards the petite man.
Short men make better husbands, and make up in wisdom what they lack in stature – BBC News Article
Not that this is news to me, I could have told them with all my 5’2″ frame that being on the left of the height curve means I’m at the top of the bell for being awesome. The only problem with being an amazing short spouse is getting there in the first place.
Height is the most lied about attribute on dating profiles. I can tell you in one word why the individuals who use matchmaking sites tell fibs.
In which I no longer stand alone having seagulls poo on me.
Sometimes people need reminding that they are important. Life is pretty big and crazy that we can feel like tiny outcrops of rock being hammered by the waves of live, slowly eroding us until we disappear beneath the surface.
Today Mrs G could do with remembering that, life in the last few weeks has been pretty choppy and she has felt a bit she was alone. She thinks she has a lighthouse of rejection warning ships to steer clear. Yet that’s not the case.
In fact I had a post that tells her exactly what I think of her from the archives…
Normally I don’t like to get excited about events, for if you hype it up too much you are only going to end up disappointed. Yet I have been lucky enough to have a few moments where the excitement was completely worth it.
As regular readers will know this blog veers towards the cynical more than the soppy, but please accept my apologies as the next few minutes may require your screen to be rubbed with Vaseline. On Saturday, August 18th 2012 the then Future Mrs G dropped the ‘future’ part of her name as we said our vows and got married.
It almost didn’t happen, as after the first hymn the vicar conducting the service leant towards me and said:
In which I choose someone I want to spend time on the sofa with.
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.
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. Continue reading “Marrying for friendship”
In which I remember the fun of being single, and glad for the company.
I have a few “lonely” days coming up where Mrs G and the Feliciraptor are out and about and I’m to be left on my lonesome. Even though I am by myself I still don’t really feel alone, it has been a long time since I felt truly lonely.
There was a point in time before the Current Mrs G became the Future Current Mrs G where I had started to resign myself to a live by myself, all attempts at having a “Plus One” at social gatherings had failed and it seemed that I would forever be a bachelor boy.
While clearing out my old “I’m so angry at the world blog” I found one of the old pieces that I had posted and it is strange to think that I was that disgruntled at everything. I can reflect on this now I am no longer alone and it makes me glad that I made another attempt at asking someone out. I’m no longer that angry young(er) man. Instead of ranting against the unfairness of the world I’m now knee deep in family life. Continue reading “The anger of singledom”
In which I spend an evening with my favourite person.
Apparently my relationship is strange, I talk to my wife. I talk to her a lot in fact. I’m kind of surprised we still have anything to talk about considering the amount of time we’ve spent together.
It’s been very rare the moments we are not in each other’s company voluntarily. Of course there is the daytime when we are at work, but even that is not communication non gratia as we have the magic of messaging services.
That is how our relationship began and it’s what keeps us talking.
An annoying habit of Mine and Mrs G’s is window browsing, and in this we are not sure we are alone. For those with no idea what I’m referring to it’s the act of nosing into other people’s living rooms as you drive by. At this time of year it is super easy because a lot of people will have the lights on but the curtains open.
I’ll try to imagine what is happening in each front room and I’m curious to the live’s that are being led behind the glass and it’s the reason I insist on drawing our curtains, to keep prying eyes out.
So what would it be like to be a stranger to peek in and see a couple sitting on our sofa?
It has been a little tense at Casa de Geek this past weekend, a number of factors has caused emotions to be a little frayed. It began when we sent our car off to have it’s annual inspection and the results came back fairly terminal. Rather than spending more money than it was worth on trying to make it roadworthy we decided to get rid of the vehicular money pit.
Added to this was the visit of Nana G from New York, not that she was a cause of any badness because she wasn’t but because it is a reminder to Mrs G of what she left behind in America to come and live here with me.
It was also half term so we got to spend extra time with The Feliciraptor but now we are both back at work it means less time with the ball of personality. All in all it has felt a little glum. Looking back though these ‘bad times’ are nowhere near being the ‘worst times’.
Life in Casa G is a little strange at the moment. The Feliciraptor is away and life all of a sudden seems very different, as though this is what it would be like if she wasn’t around all the time. Added to this I work in the centre of Birmingham so get to think about when I lived there as a bachelor. It is strange to think that my life could have quite easily have been very different.
After having a few painful failures at trying to make changes to my life I finally found the right combination of people and time to make a big difference. In my old life I would have been looking forward to a weekend playing Rock Band 4 by myself, instead I am going with my wife to London and looking forward to my daughter returning from holiday.
I have a notion that your neighbourhood is not where you live physically but where you live emotionally. I have moved around the UK but I still consider where I grew up and my family live to be home. Mrs G who has crossed the Atlantic seems to have the same feeling. She has now spent over 10% of her life in the UK but she is still resolutely a New Yorker.
The buildings and roads outside your door are just that, they are static objects with which we can imprint our feelings and memories and this is what creates that neighbourly feeling. But they are still buildings, it is the people who really make it. Continue reading “The Ballad of being where”