I’m convinced that everyone has a song for which, during her teenage years, she had painstakingly memorized the lyrics, so as to sound impossibly cool when said song came on the radio.
I had two of those: “Gangta’s Paradise”, popularized by the film Dangerous Minds (which provided my mental picture of teaching until I actually started teaching), and “Whatta Man” by Salt ‘n’ Pepa. (I had to Google how to spell ‘Salt ‘n’ Pepa’. I feel old.)
Back when I was purposefully memorizing the lyrics to “Whatta Man” (mostly while driving my ’92 Corolla), I remember thinking You know, that really IS a good man! S&P really knew what they were talking about. Those were (mostly) qualities that I legitimately wanted in a significant other someday.
a few 17 years, and I happened to hear it on the radio again. I still remembered most of the words, and as I sang along — sounding impossibly cool, obviously — I thought about those lyrics again, but this time realizing that my man IS most of those things!
Seriously, my sixteen-year-old self would be proud of the man I snagged. Here are a few comparison points on why my man is a mighty, mighty good man:
- He’s smart like a doctor with a real good rep — I think he calls it networking, but same thing. He can always figure out the answer to a problem, or he has someone to call to help him out. I don’t have to worry about the amortization on a potential car loan (wha???) because he’s probably already made an Excel sheet for it.
- He always got a gift for me every time I see him — okay, not every time I see him (Um, S&P, a little spoiled there, maybe?), but he does do the random gift thing really well. The other day he bought us Fit Bit bands as a surprise! Yay!
- He’s not a fake wannabe tryin’ to be a pimp / He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans / He’s a God-sent original, the man of my dreams — I think–though this is a little out of my vocabulary range–that this means he dresses well. Which he does. In jeans, in suits, all of it. He’s always a little more dressed up than necessary, which I love. And they should add something about cowboy boots to this song, ’cause those are really hot too.
- It’s me that he’s always choosin’ / With him I’m never losin’, and he knows that my name is not Susan — He has never — NOT ONCE — called me Susan. Definitely a great quality.
- He always has heavy conversation for the mind — I’m not sure I want to have “heavy conversation” with my man on a regular basis, so I’m amending this to being a good conversationalist. He gives great advice, but he also knows when to shut up and listen, which a lot of guys don’t.
- Every time I need him, he always got my back — It’s weird to be taken care of when you’re used to taking care of yourself. But ya know, I’m learning. It’s a process. And he’s always got my back; he once saved me from drowning, even!
- Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that — Yup, my sweet Southern gentleman has a force-to-be-reckoned-with Southern momma. Not a coincidence. She taught him how to treat a woman (and probably his dad did just as much), and for that I am eternally grateful.
So today, on the day after his 34th birthday (what? I was really busy yesterday!), I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due to the man that’s made a difference in my world.
Happy birthday, Jason! You’re everything I wanted at sixteen AND thirty-three! :)
PS: “Whatta Man” lyrics and sound clip here, in case you wanna memorize it too.