I know I’ve visited this topic before, but I’m going there again.
Recently I read an article in Cosmopolitan magazine about the #1 lie you shouldn’t tell your boyfriend. My friends, this advice, couldn’t be more on point. I broke the cardinal rule (no pun intended) many, many years ago.
Cosmopolitan says that you should never, ever lie to your significant other about enjoying the same hobbies that they do. It’s perfectly natural and normal to have habits outside of your partner’s interests and to even *GASP* not be interested in some of his or her hobbies.
Well, no one told me this sliver of advice six years ago. I vaguely remember on our first date telling Bobby that I liked baseball. Which, to be honest, I do. I think it’s a great atmosphere for taking the perfect nap after a couple of cold beers on a nice spring day. Well, that’s what we did at the Royals games anyway. Doesn’t reflect poorly on my hometown favorite, it’s just a much more relaxed, non-rabid atmosphere.
Most people tell you that they don’t have any regrets in life. There are things they wish they would have done differently, but not regrets.
In my solemn 26 years of life. I have a huge regret. And that is over exaggerating that I like baseball. I just wanted Bobby to like me, and if I would have known that a mere few months later he basically was stalking me, I would have kept my trap shut, but it’s too late to go back now.
The Cardinals Baseball organization is basically the other woman in my life. I become a crazy, jealous wife and naturally, the cool, calm and collected baseball team commands my husband’s attention. She is naturally athletic and in great shape; she’s smart, she’s witty and guess what else? She is always around and available. On demand, even. Night, day, doesn’t matter. Even if she is traveling…she can easily be found. She always strokes my husband’s ego with the dumb shit like “I have the best fan in the entire world…” and “this win is for you” and “I’m giving away more worthless crap for your hoarding pleasure this weekend… make sure you get here early ;)” What…. a slut.
It’s too late to go back now; I’ve told him that I like baseball, so I have to keep up the game. I can keep score and always bring a pencil and some change to buy a score card. I’ve even gone as far as learning the names and positions of the players. I’ll even go so far as get dressed up in a clown suit and parade around in a jersey with my name on it. Every man gets the cheap thrill of seeing his wife with his mistress… “Will she figure it out? Does she know?” Keep your enemies closer, ladies.
I’ve also learned an even more valuable lesson, and that is…..one can only buy the extreme nachos at certain parts of the stadium. I refuse to sit anywhere else, than near these elusive locations.
The only time I give a real hoot about the Cardinals is if they score more than six runs so I can get a 50 cent Dr. Pepper slurpee at the gas station the next day. And even then, the gas station I go to, they make you say “Go Cards!” when you buy the slurpee. Forget it. Take the whole dollar.
Ladies and gentlemen, please, for the love of all that is holy, do not lie about your interests when you are dating someone. It will only make for pure heart ache later. Eventually, your spouse or significant other will leave you behind to pursue his other passion. It might be baseball. It might be golf. It might be shoe shopping, declining to take the shoe box (too bulky and visible in recycle) and then pretending you’ve always had them (well, the cat’s out of the bag on that one)
Bob and I usually try to schedule a date night sometime during the week. Oddly, whenever he has to come up with a suggestion from the months of March-October, its “let’s go to the Cardinals game!!!!!!!!!!!”
This Friday… is our date night. Again, as suspected, Bobby suggested going to the Cardinals game. I've decided a sexy way to introduce him to one of my favorite things. I think I'll use my sleeping mask to seduce him into the car and drive him to a uninhabited location, full of passion and color. He'll be able to barely contain himself. It's time he got to know one of my favorite, naughty hobbies..........
The craft store has all of its ribbon 50% off this week. There is a bonus coupon on Friday night from 7-10 pm. We'll be there for the full three hours and we will keep ourselves busy for the equivalent of nine innings. After that, my dear husband will have the pleasure of learning proper flower arrangments, seasonal blooms and the correct way to make a ribbon bow.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scored.