How's married life?

"How's married life?"

Everybody seems to be asking me that these days. Hence, I decided, I might as well post an answer here, then I can simply tell them, go read my blog. Saves me the trouble of formulating a response each time.

Being a bit of a pessimist with a cynical attitude, I prepped myself up for the worst. Yeah, that's my general motto (and defense) in life - expect the worst, hope for the best. Especially after coming across so many jokes stating how the fairer sex yak too much and their macho counterparts simply phase out or plug in the iPod. Or how the missus get shocked with all these nasty, unpleasant bad habits of her other half and end up squabbling about it on ends.

Familiarity breeds contempt, so it goes.

To date, I have officially been hitched for 4 months. So what's the verdict?

It's actually not that bad. Really.

Let's look at the down side of things first. He is the typical bloke - messy and oblivious to details. He easily misses the new hair cut; the untidy stack of mail on the table stays there for months; dust mites are his invisible pets. Computer games are his obsessions (glad the computer crashed on him one day *evil laughter*), next to sports (rock-climbing in this case) . He reeks of "male pheromones" whenever the weather gets too hot and humid (as quick as 15 mins after a shower). The lists goes on (can't say too much or I'll get into trouble).

The saving grace? Lots. The comforting hugs daily are nice, whether or not I'm in need of one, particularly after a hard day's work. The listening ear to my ramblings on happy, quirky or sad events of the day, and the heartfelt prayers that accompanies, gives me much comfort and support. Plus, he washes the dishes without complaints (the skin on my hands are dried enough already from work).

In a nutshell, it is nice simply to be able someone to share my life with. A friend, a protector, a lover...even if he is a smelly and messy one. It is interesting how God designed man to have an innate nature to seek out and enjoy relationships.

Someone once told me that the initial year of marriage is the "honeymoon year". So I guess I'll have to post a new verdict sometime next year after my 1st anniversary. Then there is the "seven year itch", and that will require another new post. Of course, by then, I bet no one will bother me with "How's married life?" anymore.