If I have to choose between being Paris Hilton and, say, Tom Cruse, I am definitely none-of-the-above. In Sleepless in Seattle, the divide is depicted as how one reacts to the earlier movie Affair to Remember. I am clearly on the F side by that measure. My wife teased me because I watched every romantic movie shown on the Hallmark channel last month.
On the other hand, she does a better job of "mothering" children. We both cook, but she is the one concerned with presentation. I shower; she bathes. She considers a decision by discussing it with her 6 closest friends; I wait for the answer to come to me in the shower, or while I sleep. She's the one who buys flowers at the grocery. She's the one who thrills at the Softness of clothing.
On the other hand, I was banned from another couple's house because I don't mix well with the Men. I gravitate to the kitchen, preferring talk about cooking and children, to that about business and sports. I hated organized boys' activities, and avoid any group that is men, only. I have always been closer to to female friends; we have more in common.
Physically, I have "fathered" four children. I'd rather be the one wooed, and enjoy, but rarely anticipate or miss sexual activity. Last night, a woman thanked me for "sharing" my wife with the group she's been attending lately. That made me distinctly uncomfortable; I don't own her, and, thus, can't share her.
Put me down as a universal misfit who loves life.
S
