I probably should have figured this out already. I mean, we have been married for one whole year, four months, and five days. I should be a marriage veteran by now, for Pete's sake!
The Great Discovery:
my husband is not my girl friend
He does not squeal when I mention that so-and-so is getting married/having a baby/buying a house
He does not ooo and ahhh over my new sparkly bow shaped ring
He does not gasp in surprise when I read that Lanvin is collaborating with H&M
He does not care about Pantone's Spring 2011 color forecast
He does not want to watch "Say Yes to the Dress"
He does not want to watch "Keeping up with the Kardashians"
He really does not want to watch "Project Runway" (but when he does, I think he secretly kind of likes it)
He is not excited about the Victoria's Secret semi-annual sales.
Oh wait, maybe he is.
But he definitely doesn't drool over Amy Butler fabrics.
My husband is many things: he is my best friend, a good cook, a bbq aficionado, a connoisseur of movies, a neat freak (thankfully), and a devotee of taking out all of the garbage on a regular basis (and I never have to ask!) He is all these things and more.
But, he is not my girl friend. He is good to smile like he cares or raise an eyebrow with a mumbled "ahh" when I get excited about fashion/fabric/friendly gossip, but I am finally learning to never expect the same reactions from him that I would get from my girl friends.
(Darling, I do love you anyway)