He has grown to enjoy "This American Life." I've been a fan for years. We went to see Ira Glass when he came to Kalamazoo. It's one of several podcasts I listen to while doing housework, commuting or, my favorite, communing in the tub with a cold drink or a glass of wine.
I received this text from my fella recently:
I listened to the episode first on the drive home. Didn't quite get it. A bit ago, once more.
Then it hit me. It's the intro, about marriage. I loved the piece but didn't recognize myself in it.
SHS gets me. He reads me. I was shocked. Did he miss a cue? Did we have a disconnect?
NO. Not at all.
I will post a link to it here. If you look in the app store you would just search: This American Life and get the episode marked, "Choosing Wrong." I'm a couple of episode behind and this one has a lot of interesting stuff but the part he's referring to is the beginning, about marriage.
A few years ago, I went along with my husband, our son and a friend to see the Griffins. We were waiting for the game to start. They played 30 seconds of an eminently dance-able song. I bopped. I was loved, happy, excited and teasing my soul mate by really grooving. His enthusiasm for dance is mostly fueled by my love of it. I think it takes courage to dance when you're a foot taller than anyone on the floor. He's got a rhythm. Mostly stays in "the zone." After a few beers he's actually really good. I love dancing with him.
When I was 22 years old, I would dance for hours with almost anyone who asked. I don't have skill but I have lots of enthusiasm. It fills me up, the music, the crowd, the movement.
So, in my 30 seconds of jamming, the camera found me. I didn't see it - but our son did. Pointed and shouted and laughed at the big screen. I sent up a fervent hope that I hadn't embarrassed the young man too much.
My husband? Laughed with pure delight, squeezed me tight. Kissed my cheek.
Then the hockey was on . . .
http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/590/choosing-wrong
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