I remember one incident clearly, and it still cracks me up when I think about it. When I was traveling for my old job as an admissions counselor, I was at a SUPER-slow fair in a fairly wealthy community outside of Austin. After a good 20 to 30 minutes of twiddling my thumbs and bullsh*ting with the other recruiters, two senior girls walked up my table and started asking questions about the school I worked for and what it's like to live in Dallas. I did my usually schpeel about the university, the DFW area, blah blah. They start asking even more questions, mainly pertaining to shopping, sororities, being a socialite, and all things materialistic and shallow. Then, of course, they spotted the big rock I sport on my left hand (pretty proud of it to this day, BAM!), and the beautiful Coach bag my hubby had gotten me for Christmas, and IMMEDIATELY asked if I met my husband at the school I working, I guess they thought I went to school there....I picked up what they were wanting to get at through this entire conversation like a dog picks up a steak that fell on the floor (M-R-S degree-seekers at their finest), so of course I humored them by telling them how we met, how Big Guy proposed, what he did for a living, what he was like, ect. ect. They were eating it up, then appeared confused, and I asked them why they were looking at me like I had three eyeballs. They asked "so what you're saying is...that the right type of guys are engineers and computer guys?" I smiled, and said that it worked for me. Which leads to my main point...For those who ask me about marriage, especially those who know Big Guy, the first question that comes up is "what is it like for such a social person such as yourself, being married to an engineer?" Let me tell you my friend, that is a loaded question...
Granted my engineer-liked-minded hubby is (next to my Daddy) the best man I have ever know. He's sweet, smart, devoted, faithful, hilarious, driven, and 100% supportive and understanding when I have my occasional fits of crazy, and he is all mine. He's my rock, and I don't know what I do without him, and he will tell you the same about me. However, he never fully elaborates on how much he needs me to keep him straight and a functioning member of society. Most of these are actually amusing minor annoyances...So ladies, if you would like an inside look into living with an engineer (or a like-minded), here you go:
- They can remember intricate passwords, complicated codes/formulas, and specific dates (which is a perk b/c they never forget your birthday and/or anniversary), but they cannot remember where they put things (keys, shoes, wedding ring, duct tape, batteries) or if they put on deodorant to save their lives
- If things are not out in the open and right in front of their nose, it's automatically "lost"
- They have specific idiosyncrasies about their living environment that will baffle even Jesus Christ in Heaven...for instance, the house could be so messy that it was deemed a disaster area by FEMA, but the bed will always be made, the kitchen will always be clean, and the DVD's MUST be in alphabetical order on the shelf at all times
- If they are not dealing with something else at a specific time (more like a matter of milliseconds), everything else is left behind...cabinet doors/dresser drawers are never shut, lights are never turned off once they leave a room, televisions/radios/laptops get the same treatment as lights, and occasionally you will find a door wide open after they have left
- You can always tell where they have been...there's usually piles of something (papers, books, pens, tissues, Triscuit boxes), and there is a trail of where they got up to replenish their supply (more tissues, beer cans, shoes, shirt, wrappers from who knows what)
- Nervous habits galore! They CANNOT stay still to save their lives...constant fidgeting, picking at something, tapping of a pen, twirling the wedding ring (ggggrrrrr), moving the magazines and coffee table books around with his feet till they fall off, and on and on...
- There is a process for absolutely everything, improvising is not an option
- Socializing with your fellow social-butterfly friends makes them nervous, approach and warm them up slowly
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