H is for Honey

He claims to be a simple man….Buff Honey.  Definitely eschews being the center of attention.  Freezes up in crowds.  A shy man who, if called upon, can be personable if not charming.  He would be mortified if he knew he was the object of today’s post.

He requires routine.  He’s borderline obsessive compulsive.  Every morning he rises and starts his calisthenics….40 crunches, 40 sit-ups.  He throws in body twists and a few planks then he’s off to run for 45 minutes.   Some days he stops by the gym to work the machines or does strength training on the bench in the garage.  He’s been doing this for decades.  And, he looks like it!

His diet?  Terrible.  Basically, it includes meat, starches, and sugar.  Lots of sugar.  He loves his rugula for breakfast….chocolate, raspberry, cherry.  The pantry is filled with chocolate covered raisins.  There are little dishes filled with candy all over the house.  For special occasions, he orders chocolate cream pies from Dee Ziner Bakery.  Our home is never without Publix blueberry or cherry pies.  Mango key lime pie….another favorite.  Pretty much nightly, he makes a run to Scoop’s, his favorite ice cream shop for a triple scoop black cherry cone.

His size hasn’t changed in 40 years.  Me? I’ve morphed from a size 2 to 8.  I exercise daily like a mad woman and count every single calorie on my Lose It app.  My diet love affair is rooted in salt not sugar.  I can’t touch chips or fries.  I do take a teaspoon of raw sugar in my morning coffee and have an occasional sliver of pie.  BH gave me a fabulous double decker box of chocolate candy for Valentine’s Day.  Who do you think is eating most of it?

His musical tastes?  Country and Classical.  Yep.  He loves his Dwight Yoakum and Johann Bach.  Now, there’s a yin and yang for you.  Revs up with country and cools down with the longhairs.

PDA r not BH.  Public displays of affection?  Not kosher.  Okay, he’ll hold my hand walking down Venice Avenue but he’s definitely not going to plant a wet one on me in front of the universe.  He’s not one to daily profess his undying love for me.

Last week was one of those crazy busy weeks here….family visiting followed by hours of playing bridge in a local tournament.  All rush, rush.  Trying to fit in our daily workout requirements, packing lunches, traveling an hour each way.

On Saturday morning, I’m race walking to the car for the daily drive.  I opened the door and there was a jewelry box on my seat.  “What’s this??!”  I ask.  BH reminds me it’s our anniversary.  OMG!  February 22nd.  The day we committed to each other two years ago.  No formal vows.  Just a verbal agreement we made in Williamsburg.

Our vow to be faithful, love each other fully and be totally honest as only best friends can do.
“Anniversaries should be acknowledged,” he explained as I opened his gift of a necklace and earrings.

Sad to say, I had totally forgotten.  So, who’s the romantic in this relationship?  And, that’s why H is for Honey.