I married a guy who is… well… all guy.
He likes electronics and machines. Football. Fast, sporty cars. Hiking and camping. Adrenaline rushes, rollar coasters, tall buildings, and tools.
He laughs at noises that sound anything like the release of gas.
A good rock song gets him pumped up. He greets his friends with a sturdy handshake and a collected, “Hey, man.”
He is cool and calm. Well, just don’t cut him in line. And don’t tail-gate him in your car. Trust me. He doesn’t like it.
Yes, Nate is all man. All guy. So when he called something ‘cute’ the other day, he froze… shocked that this girly word had come out of his own mouth.
But I just laughed. Because he’s lived with a girl who — for the past three years — has described everything she loves as ‘cute’. (And trust me, I love a lot of things. So he may or may not hear that word a lot).
And his using that word just made it very clear and obvious. He’s not just all guy.
He’s my guy. 🙂
Now I’m just waiting to hear him say, “Let’s go shopping!”
Yeah, I’m not expecting to hear that anytime soon either. 😉