So I know I have mentioned more than once the ambivalence about getting married R Man and I have after we've been together almost 27 years. While I can't speak for him, here's one plenty good reason why I'm marrying him:
Isn't he dreamy? What kind of dope wouldn't snag someone who looks like this?
I have this picture as my screen saver at work and over the years as people drop by my desk for the first time, the conversation inevitably goes something like this:
"Who's that? Is he a model?"
"He's my boyfriend. He's a lawyer."
"That guy is your boyfriend?"
The conversation sputters to a halt as they try to think of a nice way to ask what someone who looks like that is doing with me. Their tone of astonished bafflement is my cue to change the subject and ask what they need with my own tone implying that hanging around my cubicle may not be such a hot idea. I'm sure there are plenty of my co-workers who are convinced I have cut out a photo from some fashion magazine and claimed it as my partner.
I have long since grown accustomed to the disparity in our looks, but I know in a gay world where lovers so very often look like clones of each other, it's not something expected. I'm just glad for it.
Anyway, R Man, aside for being gorgeous, is also temporarily lamed. He has a disc problem in his back resulting in a compressed nerve which is generating a lot of pain for the poor thing. He has MRIs and doctor appointments scheduled next week, so we'll see what's up.
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Good Lord! Don't let him outta your sight!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about hubby's back pain! Hope he feels better soon...however, I wouldn't mind having a lovely hunk of man laid up in my bed for an indefinite period of time, so look on the bright side!
ReplyDeleteHubba hubba!
ReplyDelete(hey, that's a pun now that I think of it)
I've always loved that picture . . . almost as much as I do the man in it!
ReplyDeleteOh not good at all! Back pain is the worst!! Totally immobile without any relief. Poor hubby!
ReplyDeleteAnd what a handsome man, too!
Yummie, yummie!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about his disc. Miss J is sadly familiar.
ReplyDeleteAs for the pic, he's a fuckin' hottie and a half. Tell those folks at work, "Well I got him cuz I suck a mean one."
I hope that he's feeling better soon too!
ReplyDeleteHe's gorgeous! And if your photo is anywhere near the truth, you're not exactly a gargoyle. And I know for sure that you're smart as a whip and funny as Hell, so it seems like a pretty even match up.
ReplyDeleteBummer about the back.
Thanks to everybody for your sympathy for R Man, which I have passed along.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, thanks plenty. Yet anther transparent ploy at dragging out undeserved flattery that worked. Yes!
And Miss Janey, who told you? Huh? Who?
Oh, Peenee, I know how you feel. About five minutes after meeting Mr. Muscato, people always turn to me and say something along the lines of "But he's so nice!" like they just assumed that anyone who's put up with me for this long must be some kind of bitter, twisted loon...
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