Welshrogue

Because she makes me do things that I would not normally attempt, such as go to Vegas, work around the house and even the silly little stuff, like be nice to people. When I say makes me, its not like she MAKES me, its more that she inspires me to do things and instills the confidence that I might be able to do them. Its a good feeling to have someone believe in you and it always helps when faced with something that may or may not become troublesome. She also questioned why I had stopped on Reason 49 and that inspired me to write at least one more…….

I like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

I never get bored with my wife. She always does something unexpected or reveals something new about herself. I am constantly learning about her and from her. A different way to tie your laces to things best left to the imagination, she amazes me so often that I never seem to remember to tell her what she does to me. Because of this I also smile when listening to a certain song by Rupert Holmes!!

My wife reminds me of my ten year old sneakers.

Not broken, smelly and ugly, more comfortable, familiar, trusty. They have seen me through a lot and it feels right to wear them, even with the holes in the leather, no tread on the grip, heel support broken. You can’t buy a new pair of sneakers that feel this good, and you can’t meet a woman who instantly feels like this, you have to put up with the stiff, uncomfortable times to get to the soft, huggy times….. I am still walking about the shoes of course!

She is so beautiful, she makes a black and white picture look like colour

I married the most beautiful woman in the world.

It’s true although I didn’t believe it until it happened. When I saw my wife walking down the aisle at the church, there wasn’t another woman who could compare.

If I was honest, I would have to say that my wife has gotten better looking since the wedding as well…..

My wife knows that it takes variety to keep a marriage fresh.

My wife adds spice and variety in our married life by varying what happens…… Let me explain with examples from last week..

Monday – No
Tuesday – hysterical laughter
Wednesday – snoring before I could even begin to beg
Thursday – had a headache
Friday – Slept in different bed
Saturday – didn’t cut toenails
Sunday – I was too tired….

How much more variety could one man handle?

She has finally shown me the connection between housework and sex.

I had heard rumours, jokes even about the invisible link between doing housework and sex but until now, I never understood it. The old joke is “How do you cure your wife’s headache? Do the dishes” but its not funny if you don’t get it!

With less to worry about around the house, what else is a fair maiden to do other than fantasize about getting their love monkey into positions not even mentioned in Cosmo?

I think I just referred to myself as a love monkey…… time to go and shave…

I no longer need to look for a date go to a wedding.

There is nothing worse than attending a wedding without a beautiful woman by your side. Of course, at the reception, its fun to be single because there is nothing like a wedding to get women in the mood for romance!

As I see it, I have the best of both worlds, a beautiful woman by my side who will then want to become romantic afterwards. My life just gets better and better.

For the record, it doesn’t hurt if I have to dress like a human being for the wedding, as my wife has mentioned in the past, ‘I clean up good’.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, the second wedding (at the moment) we will be attending is out of town which means hotel room and no kids. Excuse me while I giggle like a little school girl but its going to be fun!

The first time.

The first time I met my wife, in person, not on the phone, or online.

As you should when meeting someone from the internet for the first time, we met in a public place, with mutual friends about. We met on the platform of Maidstone train station. At the time I lived in Cardiff, so I had to catch a train for a two hour ride into London, cross London and catch a train to Maidstone. Surprise, surprise, I took a book to read. It was one I had read before but liked anyway, Alistair MacLean‘s Fear Is The Key. I had difficulty reading it as my mind kept being distracted by what lay ahead. I can remember the train journey to Maidstone from London. I hadn’t travelled that way before so I spent a lot of the time looking out of the window seeing what was what. The train carriages were the old style ones with very springy seats that bounce you like a toddler on their
mother’s knee.

I was seriously nervous when I stepped off the train onto the platform. A quick glance up and down failed to spot anyone I should recognize, including this girl I had travelled to see. I would mention that I had travelled nearly three hours to see her but since she had travelled more than 3000 miles to see me, I won’t. At the exit of the platform she stood there. Looking younger than the picture I had seen of her, wearing an Adidas jacket and jeans, she wasn’t who I thought I was going to marry. Both nervous, we hugged, and then proceeded to walk around the town of Maidstone. At  some point we started holding hands, I don’t remember when but suddenly our hands were together.

I do remember the first kiss though. I kinda walked us off down a side street and then stopped, turned to her and we kissed. It wasn’t the greatest kiss we have ever shared but it definitely wasn’t the worst kiss I have ever had. A bit later once time had started moving again, we stopped off at a pub to grab a drink before meeting a mutual friend at the train station. I can remember the pint of Fosters I was drinking, and how much we were smiling and giggling.

We met with nothing garunteed other than a laugh, and yet it was the first time I met the person who would become my wife and mother of my two children. It definatly didn’t say that in my horoscope that morning but I am so glad we met.

My wife is confident in her sexual prowess!

What can I say? My wife reads what I write and doesn’t worry that a post like the one below this one is anything other than me talking out of my hat. You see, or rather hear a lot of women who seem to think that they are great in bed and will tell any and everyone whenever they can. If someone leaves them, you’ll here them say that they are walking away from the best (insert sexual act or body part here) they’ll ever find.

My wife doesn’t have to boast about it, and there is no way I would walk away from her (insert sexual act or body part here, here, and then by here). She knows that she totally rocks my boat and thats good enough for her, and me