For awhile there I was under the impression that some of my members thought Snickers and I were in some kind of open relationship after they mistook a situation involving a gay male friend of mine playing with my hair and holding my hand. Turns out I was wrong. Turns out some of them think I married Snickers for a visa. I came to this realization tonight after one too many of them asked me this week if I was "honestly married" to Snickers and one of them commented on me being European. I am European yes -- Polish -- but I'm also part Canadian. I think he was suggesting that me being European meant I was "eligible" to be categorized and stereotyped among with Russian women, the stereotype that many of them are sex workers here. Me being European has nothing to do with our marriage beyond me craving cabbage rolls once in a while and joking that he's a bad husband for not trying to figure out how to cook them for me. Then there's the fact that I've been sleeping at the club for a couple of days and ya, they definitely think our relationship is shady.
Consequently, some members I'm "fair game" here. There's one member who has taken a liking to me and acting very strange to me. I won't go into the details of it but will note that he ignores me at the club but then occasionally calls or texts me. He lingers around the club after hours and today, when I came at 4:30 in the morning (yes, you read that right), he was sitting down the street from the club. I'm pretty sure he purposely let me walk in on him in the shower the other day. There was no water running in the guys-only shower room but I called in, asking if anyone was in there. When no one answered, I walked in. He was there, standing almost like he was waiting for me, expecting me.
Yesterday I tried to let them all know that, regardless of what they think, I did marry for love by encouraging Snickers to plant a big wet one right on me during training. I was leaning against the mirror when he approached me, put his hands up on the mirror behind me and then leaned in to give me a kiss that was borderline uncomfortable and definitely deserving of a "get a room" comment.
Snickers and I are quite the affectionate couple, we go to sleep holding hands for goodness sake. When we're at the boxing club though, we're at work and it's a whole other story. Our affectionate moments are disguised and consist of things like flirtatious glances when no one is looking, sneaking kisses behind the juice bar or office, and pinching each other's tushes when we walk by. Work is work and we're very much focused on making sure all our members are training hard and things are running smoothly. Just because I don't publicly grope him doesn't mean I don't do it in private or when no one is looking.
Today a comment was made about Snickers, it was relatively innocent but it was kind of a pot shot at him, an attempt at making the commenter look better. Recently Snickers has been in my "bad books" because of business dealings being too Korean and by that I mean business mixing with drinking like it typically does in Korea. Many of my friends and members know my feelings about drinking and my disgust in drunk people but when this particular commenter took a low shot at Snickers, I snapped back. "Even on Snickers' worst day he's better than you on your best of best days. You can only to wish to be half as awesome as him!", I told him and I meant everything I said and exactly like how I said it too -- blunt and to the point. Snickers is my husband and no matter what flaw or imperfection he has he remains my husband, others have to respect that. He's not perfect and I'm not perfect but we're perfect for each other and, no matter what sweet words or extra attention other men try to show me, my eyes only see him.
I've had a couple of men who have tried to be something secretly on the side and sometimes that scares me, not because I think I'll ever cheat but because there's just a lack of due respect towards marriage and what it stands for. It's funny too because my response is always the same to such guys that try to hit on me or comment about Snickers -- "Have you ever seen my husband?! He's hot!" It's true. I've got a gorgeous man who still gives me butterflies when he wakes up and walks around in his little boxer briefs; a man who messages me sweet messages that make me melt; a man who can read me like an open book; a man who knows so many finer details about me, knows my flaws, and loves me regardless. I have a man who has made my dream job come true and who has opened me up to a whole new world, that's pretty awesome and no one else remotely compares to him. So while others may think their strong arms or sweet talking may get my attention, they're only kidding themselves if they ever think I'd stray from Snickers. Snickers would seriously have to do something pretty drastically stupid for me to leave him and even then I wouldn't ever want to get involved in anyone else -- it's him or no one.
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