Um, I think I married the MMC?
Strange things have been happening lately. At this point, I've started keeping a list of them as evidence because, you guys, I'm pretty sure I married the MMC.
Allow me to provide some examples:
- FEEDS ME: We're in a new town, wandering around and doing some window shopping, and I'm looking at shiny pretty things in a little store. My stomach growls or I mention feeling a little lightheaded (I forget what triggered this.) MMC puts his hand on my back and turns me away from the wall of shiny things towards the door and says "Love, come on, you haven't eaten in hours and you're probably dehydrated. We can come back here right after, I promise. But we're going to the car
riagefor snacks and water now." He quasi-forcibly removes me from the shop in order to provide me with sustenance. - HOT FOR KNIVES: I asked him where his throwing knives were and if I could practice with them. He got all hot and bothered about it, like very turned on...
- OVERPROTECTIVE MALE BEHAVIOR: ...but then also proceeded to provide me with a lengthy list of safety requirements that I must follow and was very concerned about whether or not I'd cut myself on accident and wanted to discuss where, what target I was using, etc.
- SHARES FEELINGS: He then reminisced about how those knives came into his life from a friend but he didn't like them as much as the set that he lost such and such time because they were better balanced, but this set still in his possession was given to him by a long lost friend and so he's never replaced them.
- UNNATURALLY GOOD AT ANCIENT SPORTS: We went ax throwing at new place nearby. I was mediocre and had to use two hands. He has thrown an ax a couple times way back Boy Scouts. He tries it with two hands, then with just one, says it's easier with one, and proceeds to get a bulls eye basically every time and shrugs it off like it's no big deal and finishes his beer.
- DRAMATICALLY RELIABLE - I asked him to pick up three things for dinner from the grocery store on his way home from work. I mention it's a slight detour and one of the main ingredients is frequently out of stock. Instead of texting back "sure" or "okay", he says.... "I'll make it happen." (And he did.)
Sooo yeah... I don't know what to do. I guess buy more knives? Does this make me the FMC? If so, where are my powers? Where is my kingdom and sparkly crown and my impossible mission and my no bad hair days and my rare horse who only likes me and my claiming bitemarks?
Anyway.... hope some of y'all also got your MMC. Would love to hear your stories, as well. :-D