Guest Post Revisited: Book Girls Are Hawt
Back in 2010, I was trying to come up with a post for the blog. I started venting to my husband that I couldn’t come up with anything snappy and he said: “I’ll write a post for you.” I just stared at him, blank. Then I thought: “Sure, why the hell not?!”. Turns out he can write some pretty amazing posts – who’d a thunk it 😉 I thought since it’s been almost 2 years since his first post appeared at Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks that I would share it with you all once again – because it really it a good one. And by the way, when he writes for the blog, he calls himself Stanley Dimitrious. Really can’t tell you why.
(Originally posted June 14th 2010)
Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks is very excited to have Stanley Dimitrious here today. He’s a hardcore gamer, a first class napper and a fantastic lover (he made me put that in there). He also happens to be my husband.
Although this post will find its way onto a blog that I’m sure 99.9% of readers are female, I do hope that the men take a moment to read it and perhaps learn something that they might have passed by.
I’ve been happily married now for almost 9 years. (Wow 9 years. That makes me sound so old) I have 2 kids, a turtle and a wife who just until recently had nothing she could really call her own as far as a hobby / interest is concerned. Now don’t get me wrong; it wasn’t like there were no attempts made to get her involved into some fantastic pastimes. There was the introduction to video games. That either transformed my wife into a raving lunatic while trying to master snowboard jumping in some game a few years back or into a woman who just stopped giving a shit (like the time when she played Halo, shot at the ground for a few seconds, spun in circles and then proceeded to cease playing and start folding laundry). She also bought all this scrapbooking stuff on our honeymoon to go along with all this other scrapbooking stuff she had from before we were married. To this day I have never seen her scrapbook. (Remember, I said 9 years earlier) Bottom line: It got to the point where I questioned whether there was anything that my wife liked and if it was still acceptable for me to buy video games and electronics for myself and have her get nothing. It was weird and didn’t make sense. That is until she was coerced into reading the Twilight books.
I’m pretty sure that I made a pact with myself at a very young age to stay away from the girl who likes reading the harlequin romance book with the god awful picture on the cover of some Dolly Parton look-alike and some dude who really should be playing football or drinking with the guys rather than prancing around in a shirt that Prince would wear on stage that you’d pick up from the local car wash. Needless to say, when my wife came to me all excited about these books I had mixed feelings. “Oh no! What’s next? You’ll be 400 pounds sitting on the couch with a few cats reading your book smut eating cake icing right out of the container.” Sure there was fear but I could never have prepared myself for what was about to happen.
Being the only driver in the house and living in a small town, I became the ‘book store errand boy’. It wasn’t all that bad at the beginning. The books I was picking up looked like “regular” fantasy novels and I, being a bit of a fantasy fan myself, figured I could pass them off as something by Terry Brooks and be on my way. It was only once I started having to pick up books that made the 16 year old girl behind the counter blush and ask me “Are these the ones sir?” while showing me a book with a picture of a burlesque show girl raking her nails on the back of some dude on the cover that I began thinking “Get me the heck out of here before some of my guy friends see me with this stuff.” At first it was embarrassing but I’ve come to embrace the whole obsession my wife has with these romance books. So much so that when the Chapters book store girl asks me if the books are mine, I’ll respond: “And what if they are, hmm?”
My wife’s reading has elevated our marriage to new heights. It’s truly unbelievable what a little bit of imagination stimulus can do for the female mind. I can see that the stress levels are getting lower and the adventurous and fun side of my wife is shining through more and more every day. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing that my wife now has an outlet and has branched out socially through this website that we set up together.
I guess the point of this rant is to never discourage a loved one from following their passion — even if it’s something as simple as reading romance novels or collecting autographs from authors. We men who are married to these book girls are the lucky ones. Because book girls are well… Hawt.