Lifetime of fun

It was an honest conversation.

It started innocently enough with me mentioning -- in passing -- that I had spoken with my Partner in Crime, and that his life was crazy (fun) at the moment. I should have known. After a few probing questions, it quickly spiraled into me explaining that, if I were single (i.e., not dating and/or married to the love of my life), I would be a completely different person. I would be an animal.

She played it off, but I think I hurt her. I think she believes that I feel caged, that I would rather be overseas, lusting after nameless, faceless women.

Truth be told, while part of me will always envy my single friends, I would not trade my place in the world for anything. The past six years have been the best of my life. While my friends are out struggling to bed models, I have perfection, at my finger tips, on a moments notice. No clubs, no awkward moments, no drunken fumblings. I know what she wants, what she requires, and that brings me untold peace.

Let those guys have their momentary fun, for mine, while seemingly mundane and repetitive, is real, and will last a life time.