Mani-Pedis

A while back (just a couple of months ago) my mom said that I needed to start getting regular mani-pedis because, you know, now that I’m living with a man I need to look after myself and stuff. And I laughed! Because I know that she’s right in a way, but he couldn’t care less whether my nails were polished or not. As long as I keep them tidy (short or long) he doesn’t really care. What he does appreciate is when I shave my legs (but he doesn’t get upset if I don’t) and when I put on some make-up to go out (he really likes it when I put on perfume… he’s a “taste and smell” kinda guy). And what I appreciate is that if he doesn’t like what I’m wearing, he will tell me. But he’ll also tell me if he really likes what I’m wearing without me prompting him. Basically he appreciates any effort I make in the department of physical maintenance. So my mom is right but she’s also wrong. He’s been feeling unfulfilled in his job recently and he’s starting to question how things are done or the decisions that are made. So I think he also appreciates someone who will listen and try to understand what his problems are. Even if he has to dumb it down sometimes. He’s interested in lots of things, but what has been interesting him a lot lately is the issue of ownership of ideas and culture: copyright, patents, and modes of distribution. So we’ll have discussions about that. And I like having someone who will have stimulating conversations with me without getting angry or adamant or dogmatic and who then will laugh with me over something on YouTube. And he likes throwing ideas around or joint internet-searches where we try to better understand certain issues. He understands when I get mad at the news and start talking to the radio (usually I’ll start insulting politicians or financial experts). He listens when I read an article from the newspaper out loud. We watch serious movies together. We watch silly movies together. We take each other seriously. We have fun together.