It’s hard to find a husband. Or at least to find the right husband. I remember dating. I liked it (okay, loved it), except when I was on a date with a mean guy, charmer type, user, cheapskate, compulsive liar, drug addict, superficial bragger, or another loser…Finding the perfect partner seemed impossible, and at some point, I remember thinking it was never going to happen. If I’d known how great Matchmaker.com is for helping ladies find a good man to marry, I would have happily signed up! (I say that because this site is for marriage-minded people like I was, not players just looking for the next fun date.)

It’s so funny looking back. I remember wondering a thousand times “Am I choosing the right person?” I wondered what I’d do if he changed. Changed into what? I don’t know. He was so nice—I just remember thinking “maybe he’s really an alcoholic or psycho, and it’ll all come out after we’re married.” Or, wouldn’t it hurt if he were to be really nice for many years, and then suddenly cheat on me and leave me for another woman?

Of course, when you find your partner, you take a leap of faith. So many times I tried to figure out how to verify that I was making the right decision. But it was fruitless. Only time would tell. And I guess, still now, 10 years later, the same rule stands. However, these are the things I saw in my husband then, and these are the things I still love him for now:

• Strong
• Kindness
• Steadfastness
• Dependability
• Grounded
• Unaffected by societal pressures
• Loving father
• Ambitious (for success, not money)
• Brave

That said, oh boy, does my husband ever have his faults! Me too, of course. But…there are so many people in the world looking for a little attention, tenderness, and company. There are others who have completely given up on love. That makes me so sad. The upside is that even giving up on love and romance doesn’t prevent it from sweeping you off your feet when Mr. Right walks into your life!

I wouldn’t trade my husband for the world—not for Hot Dad, Adam Lambert, Sexy Boss, heck, not even Clive Owen. (You know who that is, right? If you don’t, be advised that you’re missing out on some very serious hotness.) And for all of those young ladies out there who are sad and who have given up on love, I can only say that if I managed to meet Mr. Right, I really believe you will too.

Life is just plain crazy (but fun!). I loved my old job, but ended up getting called for this interview. I went, and to make a long story short, now I have a new job! My old job was SEO writing. My new job involves affiliate marketing. It’s really fun. I like my coworkers.  I also like the work.

The icing on the cake, however, was an unexpected surprise that I didn’t discover until my 2nd interview when I was already completely excited about this new job–the icing I am referring to is my new SEXY BOSS.

Sexy Boss is kind of young to be a supervisor of so many people. He slicks his hair back in this odd way that should look ugly but oh my, it certainly doesn’t…He is tall and dark and handsome, and he’s one of those who’s so hot that he doesn’t even need to prove it to himself by flirting with girls and getting them to flirt back…No, he’s real laid back and doesn’t flirt with anyone at all, which makes him all the more attractive.

Would my husband get irritated at me for having a non-sexual crush on Sexy Boss? Well, maybe. If he reads this blog post, I guess I’ll find out! If he were irritated, it might console him to learn there are many reasons I would never ever date Sexy Boss and would loath the thought of what marriage with him will be like for that poor girl who one day feels happy for “getting” him… First of all, one never “gets” guys like Sexy Boss. For one thing, he’s Aquarius. I think we all know about Aquarius males and how quickly and willingly they settle down.

Next, Sexy Boss has an annoying little issue with rebellion-though, as long as you aren’t dating or married to him, it’s kind of cute. Though he is a fully grown adult and NOT a college kid living in the 1960’s, Sexy Boss still refuses in many ways to be part of  “the establishment.” In addition, he is quite proud of the fact that he rides motorcycles rather than cars  everywhere he goes. Let’s see now…who knows a fully grown adult who brags about always riding a motorcycle? (My friends from Tennessee may ignore that question, as I realize that ALL of you ride motorcycles–the difference is that you just truly love Harley’s, while  Sexy Boss has something to prove. And he’s using a motorcycle to do that…odd.)

Last but not least, he seems quite proud of his frequent bar hopping. I never enjoyed bar hopping–so I am not sure when people stop feeling proud of doing that…but my guess is, probably when they are quite a bit younger than Sexy Boss is at the moment.

Thank goodness my husband isn’t anything like that! He doesn’t need bar hopping or motorcycles or a non-membership card to the establishment to know he’s all that. He doesn’t even care whether he’s all that. He just cares about real things. Like small babies and having a good job and being the same guy at home that he is at work and with friends–kind, respectful, and strange. HA HA! Good one.

All jokes aside, my husband is definitely the apple of my eye. But I’m not going to lie. It’s VERY fun when your boss is sexy. Also, it makes me  motivated to do a good job so that he will notice me and think I’m smart. That’s pitiful, but it’s 100% true.

I was a little irritated because I had insomnia (due to an exciting opportunity–good stuff, not bad). So I wanted to tell my husband how excited I was.  So I go downstairs to tell him, but he started complaining because I was interrupting his drawing on the computer.

I felt that was extremely babyish.

So, I told him lots of things to help him understand how babyish and selfish that was. For example,  how he never buys me gifts. (I actually don’t care about gifts except for Mother’s Day. This year he forgot that one, and it really made me mad! So it seemed to fit into this conversation.)

In short, the conversation changed from one about insomnia and job opportunities and drawing to one about why he never buys me gifts (which I don’t want anyway).

I said, “Everyone buys their wife gifts. Ask your friend Bruce. I guarantee you that man buys his wife presents for her birthday, anniversary, Mother’s Day, and probably–SIT DOWN wouldn’t want you to faint–even when there’s NO holiday to celebrate!”

In all seriousness, my husband looked at me with a furrowed brow and said, “Holly, no one buys that many gifts.”

First of all, that statement made no sense. I only named 3 holidays. Was he trying to say that no one buys 3 gifts a year period? Or that no one buys 3 gifts a year for his spouse? Or that no one buys 3 gifts in a lifetime? I don’t know. And I don’t care. I do think, however, that my husband might benefit from interacting with human lifeforms (namely mine) more often.

The computer drawing and forums don’t seem to be helping him in real life scenarios.

We all have annoying habits. I know that. But my husband has a new habit…a better word might be ritual, and the fact that “ritual” has a frightening connotation happens to fit the context of this new thing perfectly. See that photo of the two bottles of water (above)? Well, take a minute to observe, and then tell me–which of these things is not like the other? (Sorry, I think I need three bottles to ask that question–I just like saying it.)

Okay, so obviously, the warped bottle that looks frozen solid is the one that’s not like other bottles of water. That’s because most people don’t freeze bottles of water. There are lots of good reasons NOT to do that, but my guess is that most people never really think through those reasons, because it never occurs to them to freeze a bottle of drinking water.

So, WHY IS IT that I have a frozen bottle of water? Try to guess. I’ll give you three choices:

a) My 4 year old put the bottle of water in the freezer to see what would happen to it.
b) I left the bottle of water outside in the cold night air.
c) My husband freezes water bottles and breaks them open and beats the bottle-shaped ice into small pieces to use for ice in his drinks instead of simply using the ice from our ice trays.

The answer is “c.” That’s just dumb. I mean, seriously. We have over 4 ice trays. They are always full of ice. It’s one thing to have an annoying habit that other people have and everyone jokes about putting up with that habit and all that. It’s another thing entirely to have a habit that makes you seem like you need your head examined.

OH, BUT–to my husband’s credit–he did make a VERY VERY funny joke on this topic! The last time he tore the plastic bottle off the ice inside it (it feels so incredibly ridiculous to even type that…) Well, the last time he did that, I held up the torn plastic and said, “This is absolutely ridiculous. I’m taking a photo of this and putting it on my blog, and you’re going to see how dumb everyone thinks this is.”

His response was, “No they won’t. They’ll start copying me because it’s such a good idea!” I must say, that was a good one.

SO anyway…every time I go to his salon, I get this “shouldn’t I be doing Hollywood screenwriting rather than web content writing?” thing happening. This is because, like every place in and around Hollywood, be it Burbank, Santa Monica, Glendale–doesn’t matter, EVERYONE is doing film and TV stuff–so of course, this includes my hairstylist’s clients!

He also does hairstyles for some big stars from time to time. Recently he did hair before a show in Florida where he did Shakira’s hair, Gloria Estefan, and some other really famous people. Plus, because so many of his clients work in every little niche of the entertainment industry, he knows about all of the stars, keeps up with celebrity gossip, all this stuff.

So every time I’m in there, I get this “star struck” feeling like “hey, why am I just a lowly web content writer?” Then I get inspired to do something big. Then I get home and my boys need my constant attention, then my job needs attention, also my husband–so I forget how star stricken I felt, and forget all about it for 4 months till I get my hair cut again.

Hm. So suddenly I’m all inspired to write this screenplay I’ve been thinking about. My hairstylist liked the idea. So did my sister and Amy–the choosiest people ever (in a good way, as in, they don’t approve of low quality stuff, and they will not lie about it to save your feelings–therefore, I know it’s a good idea.) So I’m going to write it.

Don’t I know that’s a waste of time and that I’ll never find an agent to take it? But of course! I can’t be stopped regardless. I’ll write my little screenplay and send it to a few agents who will not answer my query, and then I will stick the screenplay in the same drawer as my little novel (different story altogether, unedited, because no time, but also don’t care because other fun things to do)…and that will be that!