Women are diamonds that have many facets. Like a diamond, the more facets she has, the more she fascinates. The more fascinating she is, the bigger the tome men have to study to understand this fascinating woman.
I think this is one of the reasons that many fascinating women stay unmarried. She’s great to watch and study, but way too high-maintenance for a practical relationship. If you are going to spend the rest of your life with someone, you don’t want to be in a constant state of confusion.
A multi-faceted woman may be too restless to tie herself to hearth and home anyway. So even if she had an offer from some intrepid suitor, she might turn him down out of pure kindness.
Still, I think men like fascinating women and tend to pick one who is fascinating enough to keep him guessing, but simple enough to sustain a mutually agreeable relationship.
My husband is the absent-minded professor type. He is a very smart, logical, capable man. Just don’t ask him where we keep the spoons. He didn’t need someone who would confuse him with fascination. He simply wanted someone to tell him where the spoons are.
So, he picked me. I have no need to remodel the house, move furniture, or swap out our cutlery drawer every few months. I’m happy to leave things where they are simply to avoid being my family’s personal information booth.
However, this isn’t to say that I don’t have some fascinating moments from time to time. I did move the kitchen trash bin to the other side of the room once, just to witness the mayhem.
My most fascinating moments are when I know I’m being irrational, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m mad, hopping mad, literally, and in that moment, it doesn’t seem to matter why. If my husband thought about it, he could probably calculate about 28 days from my last irrational outburst and could correctly deduce the reason for it; but God help him if he so much as mentions that reason.
No need to worry about that, though, because it never occurs to him that there might be a biological reason for my insanity. As far as he’s concerned, I’m simply fascinating – and not in a good way.
It must seem fascinating to him that I don’t like watching The Colony, Bear Grylls or Deadliest Catch.
It must seem fascinating to him that I like crossword puzzles and reading about history.
It must seem fascinating to him that I know where the spoons are.
As you can clearly see, I’m not all that multi-faceted, but, thank goodness, I’ve found a man who thinks I am.
What is truly amazing is that in this world of fascinating people, we found each other and between the two of us, we can find love, and contentment… and our spoons.