Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: Is it a bad idea to marry the bad boy?
In my single days I dated plenty of nice guys. They accepted my quirks, laughed at my flaws, they had fun with my family and they let me know they loved me.
One old boyfriend bought a pasta cookbook and on the inside cover he wrote, "I look forward to tasting every recipe, even if it takes a lifetime. Let's get cookin'!" Another ex built the Eiffel Tower out of toothpicks and then handed over two tickets to Paris for a romantic Valentine's getaway.
These guys made life exciting. They gave me confidence and inspired me to be my best. But, the timing wasn't right with one and the chemistry was off with the other.
So, one Saturday night I went to my favorite bar to play a game of pool. My name came up on the board, I had to pick a partner. And, there across the table was my future husband. We smiled at each other, and I could feel the electricity.
But, after years of dating, I discovered that smile wouldn't last. In fact, he was once asked to model but he lost the job because smiling doesn't come naturally to him. He's more the dark, troubled, brooding type. He rarely speaks at my family functions. He hardly gives me compliments. And, he finds my nervous foot tapping annoying.
So, why did I marry HIM? Is chemistry enough?
One of my best friends will only date guys who actively pursue HER -- and her parents have to give the absolute seal of approval or they're out the door. I used to think she was being too old-fashioned, too immature. Now, after such a troubled, disappointing marriage, I think there might be something to that...