Jaded

Over the course of the past few months, since the introduction of The Porn Widow, I have noticed a trend. I am writing posts geared to make my readers jaded towards Amos. Of course I am. The Porn Widow is my crying place. It's my shoulder, my crutch, my vent. When I make posts, it's normally because I'm angry or hurt or a combination of both. This post is geared to tell you all the things I've never told you about Amos. About my Amos.

The physical... He's 5'10 with broad shoulder, a slim waist, dark curly hair, blue eyes with long thick lashes, straight white teeth, and a gotee. His hands are soft, which I think he may be embarrassed about, but I love it. Except in the summer. He loves yard work so in the summer his hands are rough and calloused from overuse... which I also love.

The emotional... He's over confident.... cocky. He's hilarious.  He's extremely intelligent. He hates crowds. Bugs creep him out.  He's very attached to his dog. I think it might bother him more for our dog to die then for a relative to die. He is head over heels in love with his kids. He hates Apple products. Passionately. He hates sports. Passionately.  He's whiny when he's sick. He'll do anything for a head rub.

The facts... He is musically gifted. He plays the drums exceptionally well, plays the guitar well, and sings to boot. He suffers from vasovagal syncope.  This terrifies me because it always looks like a seizure when it happens.  He's dedicated to having no debt... and so we don't. We have two cars that are both paid in full. We have about $300 on a credit card left over from a medical procedure that we're paying. Other than that we owe only on the house. I have him to thank for that.  He enjoys the odd and obscure. When I married him he had a very large and mean looking pirhana. He knows the dumbest facts. He could probably tell you who invented the paper clip or the bulletin board.  He's been on tour with two different (very popular) Christian bands. He desires the approval of his father. He's an IT guy. He has his own blog which he calls a journal and has had it for years... long before we ever married. He loves the Beatles. He enjoys road trips. My daughter knew how to read her ABC's and say them by the time she was 18 months... this is primarily because Amos spent so much time with her.  He's a garbage disposal. He'll eat anything you put in front of him. He loves nature documentaries. He is possibly both the least judgemental and most judgemental person I know.

The embarrassing... He giggles. Like a schoolgirl. He watches cartoons. I've seen him cry at movies. He's abnormally ticklish. If you look like you might be thinking of tickling him, he squirms away giggling.

The husband... He kisses me every day when he wakes up before he leaves. Even when we're mad. He's told me I'm beautiful hundreds of times. Almost daily. He paints my toes for me. He is extremely supportive of me. If I told him that I've decided to fly to the moon in a hot air balloon, he'd start researching ways to get me there. We were both virgins until our wedding night. When we sleep at night he cuddles around me until he has me completely surrounded my his arms and he stays there. We only use about two feet worth of bed space. He once wrote me a song and performed it for me  as a surprise at a coffee house in front of a room full of people. My ears turn him on. I don't know why.  He's on kid duty on Friday and Saturday nights and lets me sleep as late as I want. Usually until 10 or 11.   He does 100% of the laundry. He'd go without so that I could have something that I wanted. He set up a fund so that I could fly home and visit my family whenever I felt like it. Even if he couldn't go with me.  He thinks I'm the best photographer around.

And now you know.