Very different people



L-R: Cuffs, J Gillard, Collingwood and KP2

Snort. There was a time when I'd sit in my fourth-floor apartment, smoking, hurting and wondering if I'd ever meet my soulmate. My idea then was this, in short someone who'd be my  mirror image and would like and enjoy all the things I did. In hindsight I think I was looking more for a real friend who I had great sex with.


Well now I have a baby. With the man I love. One of my Criterion For Soulmate was that the man should most definitely dance. I love dancing and I had these visions (very Mills & Boon!) of us breaking out into impromptu dance routines when our favourite salsa number played on the radio (yes, yes, very filmi) or doing a mean tango at some party. Yes. I know it's all very dramatic but then if you've been reading this blog you should have noticed that I do have a certain propensity for drama, no? I love drama, Partner hates it. And as far as his dancing is concerned... I've been expressedly told that 1. I should not write about our personal life here and 2. I definitely cannot write bad things about him. So I cannot write about his dancing.


 We don't read the same books. Rather I might sometimes read the books he reads (Grapes of Wrath, Tomorrow When the War Began, White Mughals, Bourne Identity; I will never read Commodities and Futures) but he will never even touch the books I read (Harry Potter, Obernewtyn, Terry Pratchett, Jasper Fforde, or even The Help and definitely not How to Train Your Dragon). We are like two different ends of the spectrum: I am vivacious, imaginative, ebullient, passionate and every other nice, interesting thing possible and he is I-am-not-allowed-to-write-about-it. :D No, no, I am not perfect but I tell you that I have to try real hard to not be perfect. I mean for the sake of our relationship and all that!


We sometimes listen to the same kind of music but mostly it's Johnny Cash versus Prodigy. Food we mostly agree on though our cravings are very different. He'll say things like, "I need a steak" and I of course will then throw a fit about wanting "a goat curry. NOW". We have a similar taste in good movies but sometimes, just sometimes a war breaks out. Because the compromising soul that I am, I will still see the 475th movie on the Holocaust but he will simply not agree to watch lighter movies that I suggest. So while Paul is acceptable (do see it, bloody funny) I really have to fight to make him see Morning Glory even though later he grudingly accepted that "it was okay". I mean we have negotiations: Like me watching five war movies against him watching one chick-flick. He constantly wonders why I need him to watch those movies with me. Because I lurve you?


I have given up on TV though because there's no way he's going to let me watch Offspring (an Aussie show) if there's some documentary/sport/animal show on. Except even there when I've sort of made him watch True Blood he's liked it BUT he will never ever accept that in public. If I was still believing in that stringent list I had, I'd be seriously doubting Partner's soulmate status. Thankfully though I am convinced he is.


Partner constantly and vehemently insists I am unnecessarily melodramatic. And yet it was he who said the following when I suggested we watch a certain movie. You decide who's more melodramatic.


Me: Wanna watch xx movie?
Partner. (stony silence)
Me: What?
Partner: There are four things I would really not be doing right now:
1. Go to jail
2. Have sex with Julia Gillard
3. Barrack for (support) Collingwood
4. Watch Kung Fu Panda 2.


So not soulmate. Hrmph.


PICS: Cuffs, Julia Gillard, Collingwood, Kung Fu Panda 2