My darling Apatosaurus hubby is sometimes the most over the top romantic man in the world. After knowing how much I deeply loved the movie The Notebook, he wrote me a letter a day when I went on a trip and then wrapped them in a blue ribbon. When he proposed he spent an entire day recreating all kinds of things we did as children and then purposed to me on the very school playground we played on together as children.
Ok, let’s admit it, that was pretty awesome right. Now fast forward a few years into marriage. As a mom, a self employed gal, and wife. Sometimes I have days were the weight of the world is a terrible feeling. I look to my romantic husband to tell me I am still as breath taking and mind blowingly beautiful as the day he married me. However, on such a day a few days ago, my beloved spouse looked at me and told me, and I quote, ” Babe you are very aesthetically pleasing.” I won’t lie, my jaw dropped and I gaped at him for a whole moment.
Somewhere in his mind he actually thought this was a compliment. In my mind I felt like I had been slapped and hung upon a dentist’s lobby wall. Aesthetically pleasing! I think what he said sank in as he turned and looked at my appalled expression, and then it really sank in when I then told him what a butt he was for comparing me to a knock off Monet painting. He laughed at me. He brushed my hair back and smiled, pulled me into a nice hug and here, here is where I thought he was about to remedy the situation, NOPE! He tells me not only am I aesthetically pleasing, but I have a tolerable personality. Then planting a small kiss upon my cheek he asked me what we were having for dinner.
Let me give you a heads up gentlemen, when women have days were they are drowning in life and they need you to be their knight and their cloud of happiness, do not look at them and tell them they are as pleasing as a houseplant. It will not give the results that you are looking for. It will result in a wife who wants to clobber you for a good few days. Instead trying telling her things like, she’s as marvelous as a sunset, as breath taking as waves on the ocean. Compare her to flowers or something lovely, anything but a houseplant in the corner of the room or a solemn painting on a wall in the doctors office.
My husband did manage to survive the rest of the night, he has since made it a point to tell me weekly how absolutely aesthetically pleasing I am. He does so with a wicked smile, but has managed to tell me he thinks I am lovely , at least more so than a houseplant.