I'm starting to feel like it's more and more possible that my husband will run away with a car. I've always said that it doesn't bother me at all that my husband is a car fanatic, especially when it comes to Mustangs. He can tell me the make and model and exact color and how many years that color was made and blah blah blah and the magazines and books devoted to those fabulous ponies are littered throughout my bathroom and living room year round. I guess he could have worse hobbies like drinking and partying, or gaming and being a sports fanatic or even a Star Trek junkie. Those I'm not sure I could tolerate.
I've told several friends and family members that I completely trust my husband 100% and that was one of the reasons I fell in love with him because I didn't have any doubts in my mind (and still have never had one) that he wasn't completely loyal and totally all mine. The fact is that my husband doesn't look at other women, he looks at other cars. We can be driving down the interstate and he will whip his head around and do a slow open mouthed drooling stare if we see a Mustang and gets the heebie geebies when I mention there is a Classic Car show somewhere, but if there were girls taking their tops off he is completely clueless.
Case in point. He went to see The Bad Boys of Rock Tour this past Labor Day weekend (feat. bands Revelation Theory, Buck Cherry, Papa Roach, and Hinder) which I knew going in was going to be a really wild evening. I'm not really into that kind of devil horned handed, loud volumed f this and f that type of scene, but I knew he really was a fan and I thought it'd be a nice thing to do as a couple for the evening. We're watching the bands play as the evening progresses and the crowd is really warmed up to the point of multiple crowd surfs and mosh pits and the like. Apparently it came to the point in the evening where girls decide to flash the band and those who are so inclined to be looking at them as they sit on the shoulders of their significant other. Now these weren't a six second lift up and put down type of flash! I visibly saw one girl reach in and pull out and then shake and shimmy and then laugh and put back. Disgusting as it was, I always feel like that's #1 so embarassing, and #2 so unclassy. Then I come back to the inevitable shameless thought that "Hey.. mine are so much nicer" and "Gosh that would really hurt to have piercings and get them caught on your bra or sweater." Yes, I know I need to quit overthinking.
Now my Hubby, the guy that he is, standing there fixated on the music and the band and all totally misses the boobfest that went on for the 4 out of 7 hours we stood there. He still thinks that we (my sister and a friend also went, as well as a few of his Soccer players and one parent chaperone) are pulling his leg. Apparently I like to make bogus boob jokes and references. So in all his denial that this actually went on, and the "Who would let their girlfriend do that while she was sitting on his shoulder?! Come on!" we laughed and tried to convince him, and maybe it's good that he didn't see it. Who honestly wants their guy looking at some other girls goodies, even on accident? Seriously? I don't care if you swear up and down that it doesn't bother you, there's still some degree that you're thinking about it and wondering how you compare or what his thoughts were. It's human nature!
I'm just happy that my Husband, eventhough he thinks I'm lying to him, didn't see the flashers. I can live with the fact that he could tell me the colors and year of every car in the parking lot, as long as he can't tell me the boob pop to pierced nipples ratio. |
