The Dear Spouse and I are living proof that opposites attract. He was the quiet and steady voice of reason, the one who weighed all the options before making a decision and I was the loud, wild child. Party? Where? That sounds like a great idea! Let’s do it. Now! I wound him up. He toned me down. My father still sees him as the son he never had. My mother thought he was an answer to her prayers.
What none of us knew was that the Dear Spouse had a deep, dark secret, one that might have meant the end of our relationship had I known it at the time. Fortunately, by the time I recognized this character flaw, I was already too far gone in love and there was nothing I could do but hang my head and shake it sadly.
You see, the Dear Spouse loves professional wrestling. He’s addicted to it and thanks to satellite TV, watches it three or four nights a week. He knows all the players in what amounts to testosterone filled soap operas. If you tell him this stuff isn’t real, he only smiles.
I, as you have guessed, am not a fan, but because our daughter, Heather, bought him tickets to a live event, I did my wifely duty and agreed to go. I hang my head and shake it sadly as I confess – I had a great time!!
It is indeed a small world. The event began with Titus O’Neil. My best friend’s daughter married Titus’ brother this summer and while I didn’t meet the man himself (he was working in Europe), I did meet his mother, a lovely woman. So right away, the event became special. The night ended with a grudge match between John Cena and Randy Orton, and frankly ladies, I don’t care who’s the bad guy or who’s the good. With bodies like that, who cares?
During the course of the evening, and in spite of it being choreographed and contrived, I became fascinated and not just with the glorious physiques. The men (and women) bearing those magnificent bodies are remarkable athletes and gymnasts and many of their leaps and holds and body slams should come with the warning; Do not try this at home!
Will I be tuning in tonight and cheering alongside the Dear Spouse? I think not. Watching TV wrestling is not the same as watching it live. Am I looking forward to another date night of hot dogs, cotton candy and beer at the US Bank Arena, cheering for wrestlers alongside the Dear Spouse? You betcha!
After all these years, it seems the edges of our yin and yang have blurred. I can happily live with that.
