My husband has an active imagination, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I remember, back when I was still a dental assistant, a cute-as-a-bug elderly gentleman who came in regularly for dental work. He would stare into the face of the other dental assistant and tell her she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. She’d blush and get all goofy at the praise. One day the gentleman’s wife came in for dental work and asked if I was the one with the fabulous eyes her husband was always talking about. I said I wasn’t, but then asked how she felt about him gushing over another woman’s appearance. “Oh my dear,” she replied, “when the day comes that he doesn’t notice a good looking woman, I’ll know he is dead! I love it that he still has that spark.”
At the time I wasn’t sure I would feel the same way, but now that I’m happily embraced in a loving relationship, I completely understand what she was saying. My husband doesn’t even try to hide his head swivel when a lovely woman goes by. If I catch him blatantly drooling, however, he usually gives me the once over and says, “What I’ve got is better.” It doesn’t matter if he is being honest. There is something special about knowing he still feels his oats, and it is way better than thinking he is ready to be put out to pasture.
