by Jeffe Kennedy
I have to warn you right up front: I'm lucky and I know it.
David is, as I often say - only when asked, because I do try not to brag - a prince of a man.
Oh, he's not perfect by any stretch. He often goes past five or six acceptable parking places before settling on the ideal one. He's slower paced than I am, takes longer to make decisions and can take an ungodly long time to tell a minor story. He can be grumpy and worries too much about things.
AND he's really bad about putting things back where they go. He puts them away - just in random places.
That one boggles me.
That's pretty much it for my litany of complaints. Which, I think, proves my point.
I never really expected to find a person I'd want to spend my life with, couldn't imagine what that guy would be like. I'm not a patient person. I like a lot of alone time. I hate television and noise and people wanting me to talk to them all the time.
And David totally gets me.
He doesn't talk to me when I'm writing (usually). He buys the wine I like and pours me a glass exactly when I want it. He'll go to the beach with me on vacation and is happy lolling in the lounge chairs and reading all day. He cooks, never complains about my substandard housekeeping and has never once, ever expected me to be someone that I'm not.
I think that's the key, really.
When people ask us how we've pulled off our nearly 21 years of harmonious togetherness, we'll say it's because we like each other. It sounds like such a simplistic answer, but it's true. He likes me and enjoys my company. I like him, too, and wouldn't change him.
(Except for maybe the thing about putting stuff away in random places.)
I suspect that's what the perfect man comes down to: the one who's perfect for you. The one who brings the something more into your life. When my girlfriends are struggling with whether to stay in a relationship, I've long posed this question: Does he bring more to your life than he takes away?
The price I pay in circling the parking lot and looking for things? Miniscule.
It's the more. The so much more.