Although I am a grown woman, inside, I still feel like a little girl. Age truly is a number. This likeness to a little girl also happens emotionally. I get upset and hurt easily, particularly if I feel (it’s a matter of perception) a “mean little boy” isn’t being so nice.
Like most women I know, I spend a good chunk of time standing in front of the mirror fixing my hair, trying on different outfits and then finding shoes to match those outfits. It’s probably about as long as my husband spends working on his car. I can’t brush my teeth, comb my hair and get dressed in a matter of 5 minutes; 15 minutes maybe, but don’t hold your breath.
I like the same things that most women do. I like shopping. I prefer wine over beer. I like jewellery. Oh and did I mention I love flowers? I’m starting realize that I love flowers as much as my husband loves a good piece of steak. I like the niceties in life A LOT. Chivalry is not dead to me. Equality is awesome, but in my opinion chivalry and equality can go hand in hand. (A man who holds a door open for me, or waits for me to get in the elevator, even though he was there first, scores high on my list.)
Let’s face it. Husbands and wives are different. At the end of the day, husbands are still boys and wives are still girls…and yes, I still think that I am made of sugar and spice and all things nice. So let’s treat each other as equals and appreciate each other’s differences for what they are.