There is this new show on tv that is called Parental Control. It is a show where the parents get to set up their son or daughter on a blind date with two potential replacements for their current boyfriend or girlfriend. I get the biggest kick out of watching it because it makes me think of all the guys that my parents would have loved to kick to the curb for me. In the beginning of the show the parents always go through the list as to why they hate the boyfriend or girlfriend. It would be so funny now to talk about all the things that my family thought was wrong about the guys that I brought home. (Maybe not, it might bring up too many bad memories for all of us.) This has sparked a little thought for me though that I must share.
I remember my family always asking what color of hair my new boyfriend had. This was always a game to them because it was usually not your typical blonde, or brown. It was usually blue, purple, green, whatever. The second question would always be where is their piercing? Looking back I am not sure that I ever dated a guy that didn't have any piercings. The last question was something never really asked, but I am sure that it was always thought. What has she gotten herself into now? This was never funny at the time, but looking back it actually is pretty funny. I dated some very interesting people. Some really tought me some good lessons in life, some I am really not sure what I was thinking. Even at a young age I knew that I was going to have an interesting time dating. When I was asked in church one day to write a list of all the qualities that I wanted in a future husband here is what it consisted of:
Long Hair (this was popular at the time, but still a trend for the crazy hair)
Has a tattoo (crazy that I wrote this list when I was 12)
and a Good personality
Go ahead laugh. I know that it all sounds funny with that combination of things. I was asked to put down what I really wanted, so I did.
Any guy that I ever brought home was always kind of scared of my family. I think likewise for my family. When my husband now came to meet my dad he had a bald head (for the record, he shaved it all off back then. He really can grow a beautiful head of hair) he had his ears pierced twice in each ear, had his tounge pierced, has a tattoo, and was a little rough. My dad told me once that he knew he was going to be the guy that I was going to marry from the minute he met him. Hummm. What was it that made him so different then? Well, I will tall you. Going back to the list of my idea of a perfect man, my husband has every quality on that list. I think that even though his outward apperance was a little rebellious, my dad knew from the minute he met him that he had all the other traits that was needed to make me happy for eternity! I hate to say this, but even though the road was long and really rocky to find my perfect guy, I knew what I wanted. Even at the age of 12! I wasn't going to back down either. I found him and he truly is everything that I wanted!
Happy 6th anniversary next week hun! I love you!