Last week I was walking to my car when I spotted one of Mike’s friends, a well-known radio host in Seattle, walking within hollering distance. I knew I could shout out to him and he would turn and head over my way. We would have a short chit chat, say something nice about each other and then part. But instead of saying hello to a very nice man I had met before, I ducked and hid in my car. I slipped on my Jackie-O shades, turned on the ignition and drove away.
I did this because I still had a mega cold sore and I didn’t want to erase that great first impression with a scary, herpes-infected second one. This is something my husband would never do. It’s one of our biggest differences, aside from the 27-year age gap and the fact that when he was born, DINOSAURS RULED THE EARTH!
I have always admired and slightly envied how easygoing my husband is and how he can start a conversation with almost anyone and not once think, “WHY ARE THEY STARING AT MY FACE? IS MY EYE TWITCHING AGAIN?” He never worries if people don’t like him or are treating him a certain way because he’s a Pacific Islander.
A few years ago, when we were living in a two-bedroom apartment, Mike chatted with a guy selling newspaper subscriptions and their conversation wafted through our tiny warren. I could hear them laugh over sports teams and what it was like to live in the Midwest. Soon, the door shut, Mike retreated to the living room and I realized that he had carried on an entire conversation wearing only a thin shirt and boxer shorts.
This ensemble didn’t preclude him from talking to another person. Whenever I leave the house, I have to make sure that I don’t have food stains on my shirt. And if there are food stains, I have to pray that they’re near my chest because my girls need all the attention they can get.
Another time, Mike had to buy cologne so we went to the mall. The sales guy at the cologne counter was so taken with my husband and his knowledge of the Seahawks that not only did Mike get a free leather bag with his purchase, but it was filled with other free schwag like more cologne! I never get free stuff just because someone likes to talk to me. If anything, I get a free escort out of the building from a beefy security guard because I’m using up all the blush samples. Again.
I hope Nathan inherits Mike’s gregarious nature. I hope he never has to strategize how he’ll walk into a room because he’s feeling bloated that day and the pantyhose he bought was too small. Or whatever the male equivalent is. Though, I don’t think he’ll have trouble making friends at all with a face like this: