By now, I have written ad nauseum about how awesome Drew is and what a great husband and father he is and how much I love him and yada, yada, yada. You’re probably sick of it. So, here’s something: we are not a perfect match. Oh, we’re a good match, for sure. We get along well, have a lot in common, share similar values and longterm lifestyle goals, enjoy the same types of vacations (lots of wine and cheese, please, and super luxe sheets, thanks), and like each other a lot. But there’s one thing on which we are not well-matched and that’s the fact that neither of us is comfortable driving. I should say that I at least have a license and many years of experience driving on all types of roads: city streets, highways, suburban sprawls, country roads, etc. I am more comfortable on some than others (country roads, take me home), but have always been happy letting whomever I happen to be dating or hanging out with do the majority of the driving. That is, until I met Drew.
Drew was born and raised in Manhattan and never learned to drive. He has a state ID rather than a driver’s license and though he’s now had a couple of lessons, he’d probably rather watch an entire episode of “The View” than take a spin around, say, Brooklyn, and try to parallel park on our crowded street. Unfortunately, that means if we’re ever to be the kind of family that takes road trips or even shuttles our kids to soccer practice or what have you, I’ll be the designated driver. Which makes me about as happy as the thought of a year-round football season.
So. If you were to ask me if there was anything I’d change about Drew it would be only this: I’d make him an awesome and enthusiastic driver. It wouldn’t hurt if he were addicted to giving be amazing back rubs either.
What would you change about your significant other?