Letting Go...

My husband has a cousin, let's call him Dan. Dan was a notorious womanizer. I have yet to meet him but in the three and a half years my husband and I have been together I have heard countless Danny stories. Apparently he was tall, dark haired with bright blue eyes and very very built. He would spend hours daily at the gym taking care of his body, needless to say he was very vain. So flash forward to the other night when my husband is talking on the phone making plans to meet up with Danny. I overhear the two of them laughingly comparing how much weight they've gained since becoming one woman men. Am I allowed to say it was a little sad? The two of them literally compared waist sizes....to hear them you would think it was two girls only instead of fretting over the extra poundage these two baboons seemed quite proud of themselves. Seriously, I weigh less now then I did when we first met. I try to keep myself in shape and looking good, the hubby on the other hand has just stopped caring. No he did not trick me into marrying him, I did not marry him for his looks (although I think he's handsome) but isn't it a little bit of a trick? I mean honestly, most men work out, dress nice, smell nice, keep themselves generally clean, fit and shaven when they're single and you think "that there is a fine looking man, I wouldn't mind waking up to that every morning." Then BAM! Three years goes by and there is this man sitting across from you, and the personality is the same, the same bright blue eyes look back at me, but the muscles are gone, the belly hangs over the belt buckle and you can no longer remember the last time he shaved more than once in any given week....welcome to married life.