Secret Agent Man was the best guy I ever dated. That's why I married him. He fit all the qualifications: Tall, tall, and tall.
We took a real leap of faith marrrying each other. We were penpals for two years, but only had been together in the same place, er country, for two weeks before we were engaged. Three short months later we started our life together in a small ranch-style home on a culdesac backed up to the 10 Freeway in Covina, California.
Since then we have grown, matured, and developed in our
rolls roles as husband and wife. But, he seems to have hogged all the good characteristics for himself. He's freaky smart, physically strong, good with money, socially acceptable and now he wants to add... funny.
He tries really hard to be funny. Almost too hard. If I want to see that guy fill to the brim with pride, all I have to do is laugh at one of his jokes.
I don't want him to be funny, though. He got all the other good characteristcs. Why can't he leave "good sense of humor" for me?
He asks, "But, Honey, can't we both be funny?"
See what I mean?! Freaky smart that man is.
No, we can't both be funny. I'm the funny one in this relationship and I like it like that.
Don't misunderstand me. The man has short comings, which I am more than willing to point out. When he does something I don't like, he'll hear,
"My next husband won't forget to take out the garbage."
"My next husband will notice when I am wearing something new."
"My next husband won't ask me to turn in receipts for a two dollar burrito."
And to this his response is,
"I gotta meet this guy!"
Okay, I give...he is the funny one.