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The Hubby loves me. And he does his best to show it, honest he does. After 23 years of intense training, he’s learned to express his feelings. He realizes that I need to hear things like “I love you so much,” and “I find you irresistable.” It took some coaching (and by coaching, I mean that I literally had to tell him things like, “Honey, this would be a good time for you to say, That dress looks amazing on you.”) for it to become almost second-nature for him to dole out the loving affirmations. But even after all my patient guidance and all his diligent effort, it doesn’t always come out right…

Presented for your amusement, a list of things that The Hubby meant as compliments, but that somehow got lost in translation.

“I thought that maybe after I pay the mortage I could set aside some money for you to go get your hair done.” What he means is “Gee, I know you’ve been wanting to go to the salon, but you’re worried about spending the money. I’ll make sure to put it in next payperiod’s budget.” But of course, what I’m thinking is that if HE’S noticed that I haven’t been to the salon in a while, it must really be bad. Like, Bride of Frankenstein bad.

Today, I told him a story related to a baseball game, and I made the comment “…left field, or maybe it was right field. I don’t know which is which.” He listened to the rest of the story and said: “Since you’re a walking encyclopedia, you need to know something. If you’re at home plate, THIS (pointing with his left hand) is left field, and THIS (pointing with his right hand) is right field. It would be really embarrassing for you to know everything else and not know that.”  See, what he meant it “I married me one smart cookie!” But what it came out as…well, notsomuch.

And my personal favorite: “Today I was sitting in church, before the service started, and I noticed how all the women had their perfect hair and their expensive shoes, and nice jewelry that matched their outfits, and I realized that I am so lucky that my wife isn’t as high maintenance as that.”

Yeah, that one kind of goes without explanation, doesn’t it?

It’s a good thing he’s a cute man….

First, a warning: This is for grown-ups only. Not that it’s anything bad, it’s just about all that icky kissy-face lovey-dovey stuff that you find repulsive anyway. So if you’re my daughter or one of her friends that friended me on FB, go back to playing Farmville. Nothin’ to see here. Move along.

In my last post, I shared three of my tips for rockin’ your marriage. Again, they’re not in order according to importance. In fact, if I had to pick my favorite, it would be this next one.

Four. Don’t nag. Anyone who’s ever watched a TV sitcom knows that men don’t like to be nagged. What you don’t find out until after your married is that their definition of nagging is fairly broad, including any sentence starting with “can you,” “would you,” “did you,” or “I wish you.”

Pretty much kills the honey-do list, don’t it?

Okay, here’s the game plan: Next time you catch your hubby in the process of doing something helpful–even if it’s something as menial as putting the seat down or something he does without being asked, like mowing the lawn–watch him. When he turns around and sees you, smile, do the lip-biting thing, let your eyelids flutter a little while breathing through puckered lips (practice this first to make it all natural, so he doesn’t think you’re having a seizure or something) and say: “That makes me so hot.”

He will probably think you’re being a total goofball, or that you’re teasing him. Here’s where the most important part of this whole scheme–I mean marriage building strategy–comes in. Follow through. And when you follow through, make sure you remind him what got you so hot in the first place.

Now, I’m NOT talking about sex as a reward. Don’t go there–it’s dangerous, because the flip-side becomes withholding sex as a punishment. Don’t ever do that. Ever. Bad. More about this later.

On to the next step of our plan. Let’s say you have a honey-do item you really need your honey to do. The first time, I happened to need the suitcases put up in the attic. Corner your hubby. Get close, hands on pecs or shoulders, nibble his ear and whisper: “You know what would make me really hot? If when I got back from the grocery store, the suitcases were put away in the attic so I didn’t trip on them on my way into the bedroom.”

If you don’t play this right, he’s going to feel duped. This is where you plant the big, passionate kiss on him. A little tease is okay, too. If he laughs, or shoots you one of those “you are so kidding me” looks, assure him that you are completely serious. Oh–and slap his butt on your way out of the room. That’s good, too.

More likely than not, he will comply with your request. Again–follow through. And your regular-old Tuesday night routine isn’t going to cut it. You promised him that not tripping over the suitcases was going to make you really hot. Step it up, sistah.

In the unlikely event that he doesn’t comply, you’re going to have to repeat a step, just increase the intensity to let him know you’re really, really serious. You might even make a small good faith payment up front.

5. NEVER use sex as a punishment. Ever. Dangerous, relationship-killing stuff here. Just don’t do it. Now, that being said, there are times when we women can be so wounded that intimacy isn’t a happy thought. It’s okay to have that talk with your hubby. Let him know–without blame or accusing words–that you feel hurt (did you get that? Not “you hurt me,” or “you did this wrong.” Say something like “I’m feeling hurt because of…”), and that in order to be intimate a woman needs to feel safe and open with her husband.

In my experience, the best time to have this talk is snuggled up in bed. Even if you’re mad and hurt, cuddling up in his arms will encourage the feelings of safety you need. And your hubby’s less likely to be defensive in the dark with your face pressed against his chest. Of course, he probably has other incentive to listen to your side and make up. This isn’t the time to get caught up in what his motivations are. I’ll fill you in on a little secret: 98% of a man’s motivations in a relationship are related to sex. That might be a conservative estimate. As long as you are more winsome than whiny, this kind of pillow talk can be more valuable than all the money you could ever throw at a marriage counselor. Especially if you’re doing that touching him on the right side of his body thing while you’re talking.

And a final gem of wisdom: If you want to be treated like a treasure, act like a treasure. Wherever you are in your marriage right now, stop and ask yourself this question: Do I want to be head-over-heels in love with a man that feels the same way about me? Do I want knock-the-world-off-its-axis love, the kind that curls my toes and makes people wonder what the heck I’m smiling about? Just say yes, because trust me–it totally rocks.

It takes two to make a marriage work. But it takes ONE to start the process. Don’t worry about whether your mate is doing his share. You can’t control that. But you can influence it. And telling him that he’s doing everything wrong is going to have the wrong kind of influence. Act like a treasure. Be the woman he can’t wait to come home to. Be the woman he can’t keep his hands off. Set your alarm to go off 20 minutes before he gets home from work, and go put on some make-up and perfume.

It doesn’t mean you have to be June Cleaver (thank GOD, because I would so be sunk….). But make the effort. Tell him what you appreciate about him. Tell him how sexy he is. Even if–no, ESPECIALLY if–he’s growing a bald spot and his six-pack abs show that he’s had a few too many six packs. Smile. Let your words be sweet. Make him feel loved, and he probably won’t be able to keep from reciprocating. Trust me, the pay-off is well worth the effort.

I went to a party recently. You know, those Tupperware-ish parties, only this wasn’t Tupperware. It was a Pure Romance party. And yes, it’s pretty much exactly what you’re thinking. The hostess was a dear friend of mine from Church, and she has made a ministry of helping women reignite and keep the spark in their marriages.

When the time came to order, one of the guests–a very conservative looking woman in her 50s–held up one of the sample bottles of lotion and whispered to me, “My husband will think I’ve lost my mind if I come home with any of this stuff. I just don’t know how he’ll react!” I smiled and said, “Honey, I can tell you exactly how he’ll react!”

I hate to generalize, because someone always lets me know that THEY are the exception to the rule, and I’m sure this is no exception to the exception rule. Men are, for the most part, slaves to a certain part of their anatomy. Not a big secret, right? And it’s not a bad thing.

After all, it makes them a whole lot easier to figure out….

31
Aug

Going back on my promise….

   Posted by: Ashley Moreno Tags: , , , , , , ,

On my very first post (About the chaos), I said that this blog would not improve your life. Except for the free tidbit about using a blowdryer to defog your bathroom mirror, I think I’ve done a pretty admirable job of following through on that promise.

But as I prepare to celebrate 19 years of wedded bliss, I’m feeling the urge to impart some marital wisdom, so I hereby revoke the aforementioned commitment to irrelevance in favor of invoking something relevant about commitment.

You might be wondering about my qualifications at this point. I mean, lots of couples end up being married a long time, but nobody’s searching Amazon for Archie Bunker’s Relationship Guide. Let me just say that we have had our ups and downs, we have weathered near-bankruptcy, the birth of a special needs child, and the shoulder-to-shoulder building of a house, and we are more madly in love today than ever. I’m talkin’ toe-curling, make-me-blush, knock-the-world-off-its-axis love.

For the most part, I think having that kind of relationship is a choice. Sure, there are lots of people whose Prince (or Princess) Charming turned out to be a bona fide toad. Not a cute little croaking frog, but a nasty, poison-oozing, get-that-thing-off-my-back-porch toad. But most of the time, I think it’s a matter of perspective, of seeing the frog in ourselves and realizing that if this person really was perfect, they’d no doubt be smart enough to realize they were too good for us (I pray The Hubby never figures this out).

So here, in no particular order (because I’m only halfway through my cuppa tea, and since I’m still out of English Breakfast tea I’m drinking white tea, which tastes kinda like wet dog smell mixed with chewing tobacco, and it’s not even hot anymore, more like lukewarm. So there’s no way I’m going to be able to intentionally come up with anything resembling “order.”), are a few of my secrets to a happy marriage.

1. Take it when you can get it. There is nothing sexier to a husband than the sight of his wife washing dishes. Or vacuuming. Or folding laundry. The same man who–when sitting down to the lovingly prepared meal of all his favorite foods that you slaved over half the day–can lick his plate clean, belch, and never register any emotion whatsoever will see you standing over a sink full of dishes, unshowered, hair pulled up in a My Little Pony headband you found under the couch when you were looking for the Baby Einstein DVD that the 3-yr-old was having an absolute meltdown over, up to your elbows in soap suds, and think “I’ve gotta have that woman now.”

If you’re married, you’ve been there. And you’ve probably said the same thing I said for the first 10 years or so of my marriage, some hostile version of “Are you crazy?”

I think it must be tied to the whole predator/prey thing. You know–the predator spies the prey in a vulnerable situation and then pounces, knowing the prey won’t flee and risk dripping dirty dishwater all over the floor.

Here’s my advice: let the predator win. After all, what’s more fun: scraping dried yogurt out of cereal bowls or having someone nibble your neck? And don’t just stiffen up and endure it. Stop the scraping. Relax. And yes, a man’s idea of affection is basically a good grope. If your hubby is attracted enough to you to want to grope you–congratulations! Don’t do anything to make him change his mind. Let him play the victorious tiger rejoicing over the spoils of his hunt for a minute, and then you can say something like “Okay Tiger, the sooner I get these dishes washed, the sooner we can get the kids in bed.”

B. Flirt shamelessly. No, not with the cute barista at Starbucks. He’s half your age, for cryin’ in a bucket! I mean with your hubby. Think back to when you first met, when you were trying to get his attention. Bat your eyelashes, smile winsomely. Let him catch you checkin’ out his butt, and then look away bashfully when he catches you. Or don’t look away–wink at him.

Studies show (don’t ask me which studies. I have 831 messages in my inbox. You honestly think I’m the kind of person who can keep up with where I read something?) that touching a man on the right side of his body crosses the physical/emotional attachment..thing. Basically, when you touch them on the right side, it does more than elicit a physical reaction, it also makes them more caring, loving, etc. Use that to your advantage. Trace your fingertip along the edge of his ear. Play with his hair. Drag your fingernails down his bicep. Oh–and when you do, bite your lip and act all hot. Guys love that stuff.

III. LAUGH. See, I put that in all caps. Must be important. One of the biggest mistakes I made for the first decade or so of our marriage was taking everything–including myself–too seriously. I was obsessed with the notion of acting like a “grown-up,” which evidently meant we weren’t supposed to be having any fun. Or rather, that there was a time for fun and a time for business, and never the twain should meet.

How many times have you read or heard that laughter releases endorphins? It’s true. And laughter is a heck of an aphrodisiac. It’s really good at curing self-consciousness, too. Just make sure you laugh with your spouse and at yourself, not the other way around. And take this attitude with you into the boudoir. I’m not talking about wearing a clown wig and cracking jokes (unless your hubby likes that sorta thing…), but lighten up. Intimacy doesn’t have to be some formal, solemn act. It’s supposed to be fun.

Next post: How am I supposed to get anything done when any sentence starting with the words “Will you” qualifies as nagging? Ah–I have the secret! My very favorite marriage tip ever.

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