Aside from a mention here or there, I haven’t spoken a lot about Hubs on the blog. Today, I wanted to give a special shout out. He doesn’t read the blog on a regular basis, so not sure if he’ll even catch this post… but in case you do, honey, please don’t trim your pubes over the toilet bowl anymore.
But seriously–aside from the occasional flock of stray pubes on the toilet seat, I’m married to a damn incredible guy. This morning I’m driving Hubs to the airport. He’s made it to the final round of an on-campus interview for a teaching position in Chicago. I don’t think I’ve mentioned what Hubs is up to these days, but he is finishing his Phd in Film right now, and will have his doctorate in May. Yep–I married a smarty pants. A smart, funny, Jewishy, very opinionated, slightly easily annoyed, yet very easy to make up with, caring man who plays piano so well I can’t help but sing along. He’s trying to get his first job as a college professor, and I’m really rooting for him to kick some ass.
Hubs and I met almost nine years ago when I started my first job in animation. He was a producer, I was in “business development” which means I made cold calls and wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Our offices were right next to each other. At the time we met, I was in my early 2os, and was on a roll dating guys who actively told me they did not want to be in a “relationship” but still enjoyed having sex with me. I, of course, was of the mindset that they would eventually see how wonderful and amazing I was and decide they did want a relationship, marriage, babies, the whole shebang.
Let’s just say, there were a lot of tears in my early 20s.
During that time, Hubs and I were “just friends”. We enjoyed each other’s company immensely, even though he had to sit through me dribbling on about these idiots I was dating from time to time. In getting to know each other better, we found out we were both Jewish, and so we hosted Shabbat dinners together with our friends. Hubs would play piano at these dinners (holy cow he’s talented!) and we’d have sing alongs. One night, after our friends left, he hinted to me that he had more than “just friends” feelings towards me, but I pushed him away. My make-believe “relationships” with men who didn’t want me felt safer than a real one with Hubs. I don’t quite understand why, but that’s where I was at the time. He was hurt, to say the least.
Eventually, I moved on from my job, Hubs quit producing and went on to get his Masters and then a Phd in Film. We lost touch for 3 years. More assholes were dated by me.
Then, out of the blue, just about 2 years ago to the date, I got an email from Hubs. It was a long email, and he wrote a lot of amazing things–some of the most honest and real things I have ever read. He said: :”You’re probably dating someone now, but I figured I’d send this sappy email, a shot in the dark, to check in with you at this time in our lives, before things keep changing and moving on. I don’t know if you could ever see yourself falling for me, but I always felt the spark was there. And so was the possibility.”
I wasn’t dating anyone. I wrote him back. We went to dinner. We kissed– it was a wonderful kiss. The spark was there. We got married very quickly after that. And now, here we are, two years after he put his heart on his sleeve for me and took a shot in the dark.
I am sending positive blog vibes to Hubs this morning…He deserves this job. He would be perfect for it. We don’t really have a plan for what to do if he gets the job and I have a job here in LA, but we will cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, Chi Town better get ready for a really great guy.