I guess I should tell you this story actually took place a week or so ago, I just have not had time to tell it yet. To start out I should tell you Jen and I are in a small group with several couples from our church. We meet twice a month and watch a different video series, some pertaining to marriage others just study different facets of Christianity. Right now we are doing a video series called Laugh Your Way to a Better Marriage. I would highly recommend this series to every person on the planet. It doesn't matter what your religious beliefs are or if you are even married. And I know what your thinking and no it not preachy, or a men are wrong or women are wrong kinda thing. It just goes through the differences between men and women and the problems we have relating. The answer is not that we need to change, but simply understand the other. Enough of my soapbox back to the story. So we are discussing after our segment for that night how some of the times role are reversed. For example some friends of ours are flip flopped in certain ways. He is extremely clean and she is extremely cluttered. I got to thinking how Jen and I might be reversed in certain ways. In my time of contemplating I found nothing. I am incapable of multitasking, she is incapable of single tasking. I react to situations with with pure logic, she reacts with logic and emotion. I can turn my brain off, she can not. Then it hits me! First let me reiterate my philosophy that there is no such thing as reinventing one's self. You can have revelations about yourself, but reinventing is crap (I won't go into this if you want to know my stance read the first blog The Reality of Fiction). I find I often have revelations about me, but any way. I get to thinking I have a waaaaay more clothes than Jen. I have a much newer car than Jen. I have two gaming systems. I have every accessory to go with those systems. When in doubt I will always pick the more expensive of any item. I have to have whey protein for lifting. I have to have expensive shoes for any sport I choose to play. My workout outfits have to match (I won't wear Nike shorts with an Adidas shirts). Almost every polo style shirt I own is Ralph Lauren (22 was the last count), and every pair of jeans I own is. I have every techy gadget know to man. I smoke expensive cigars. I looked at Jen and said " Oh my God, I'm a high-maintenance hoe". She looked at me and said lovingly " Yeah, you kinda are".
I strongly suggest you take 10 minutes and watch thisclip and tell me what you think http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuMZ73mT5zM
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