A few weeks ago, Jenny wrote this on her blog;
So what do you do with yourself when you stop looking for love? I realized recently that I have spent so much time as a single person looking for love, that I’ll need to take a up a new hobby when I finally do find it.
Jenny, Jenny, Jenny, I laughed for ten minutes after reading that. Don’t you realize the trouble hasn’t begun UNTIL you meet someone to love? Your relationship will be your "hobby."
Most of us learn about love from books and movies.
In a movie, the story usually ends when the couple kisses at the altar.
In the real world, we each walk around with our own personal movie projecting in our head. In each movie, we are our own star. Most of the hard work in any relationship revolves around this problem. How do you make sure that you are both in the same movie? Are you equal co-stars? Do you both have the same size trailer?
Like most bloggers and writers, I enjoy sitting down by myself and making things up. I am usually my own main character. In the movie in my mind, I am the hero — a little bit of James Stewart, Bruce Willis, Bill Murray, and Viggo Mortensen. I make jokes, I flirt with women, I hang out with the guys, I save the day from the bad guys.
I thought I reached my final goal when I married Sophia. Like Jenny, I figured there was nothing more to worry about. I was the luckiest guy in the world. I met Sophia — someone so beautiful and fun. Someone who actually agreed to marry a klutz like me!
But it took a while for me to realize that Sophia had her own movie in her head. And she was the heroine in her movie — a little bit of Lucille Ball, Sophia Loren, Lauren Bacall, and Angelina Jolie.
There is always trouble brewing when a couple is not in the same movie.
At the top, is a photo from our wedding. Can you tell who is the star of this movie? The photographer surely did. Every other photo has Sophia front and center, and all you see of me is my back and yarmulke. Sophia and I always joked that if she ever remarried, she could just keep the same pictures and say this is her new husband. And I won’t even mention the fact that I was propped up in front of a piano I can’t play at all. Can you see some of the issues that we ended up having to deal with?
Here’s another photo from our wedding. A beautiful, sexy woman. A generic guy with a nice yarmulke.
So, Jenny, don’t worry about needing a new hobby after you fall in love. Trust me — you’ll be busy enough.