Liberation!

Today I was listening to DeathCab for Cutie's 'Transatlanticism.' One of the lyrics Ben Gibbard wrote says, "Yeah, she was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me." And I thought about that. Yep. Marriage is liberation. And only dudes will know what I mean. But I'll try to explain anyways, in a manner that won't get my ribs poked by every female I know. Here goes:

At the onset of adolescence, each male is trained (nature and nurture) to evaluate/notice pretty girls. It happens. And each time we notice someone beautiful, we silently plot on ways to be with them. But that is no more for guys like me. And it's wonderful when you realize it. Beautiful girls (we notice less) that we DO see, become mere images. No mental clicks and snaps happen in our brains. That part of wanting to be near is filled by someone we're glad is near. My wife fills that part of me in the way I wanted (she's beautiful and sexy), but she does so much more. She's like the best friend, the caring-mom AND the sexy girlfriend. And that's what being a wife is. Atleast a good one.

Hopefully the reverse is true also. Girls keep their wants on the downlow. But I've been privvy to some drooling in my day. I've seen it. Hopefully, being a good husband makes other men look like what they are: something one sees. An image.

It's liberation! The dogmatic way things were are no more. It's pathetic really, the way guys drool after women. And from my high-horse, I can trot right on by.