I know a guy with deep-set dark eyes that sparkle when he smiles.
I know a guy that for years never washed his hair because the dirt kept it tame. “I hope the kids have your hair,” he laughed.
I know a guy who moved to Colorado and was asked to be a hair model.
I know a guy who is extremely handsome, but doesn’t know it. Or maybe he does.
I know a guy that listens to endless amounts of sports radio.
I know a guy that when it comes to sports (among other things), he is BRILLIANT. Sports trivia, he should be everyone’s ‘phone a friend’.
I know a guy who uses aerosol deodorant. Ugh. Years ago when he and his girlfriend backpacked through Europe he “sprayed” his clothes with Right Guard to clean them. His girlfriend experienced chemical asphyxiation each time she hugged him.
I know a guy who 13 years later still uses the same noxious substance.
I know a guy who does laundry nearly every day and becomes exasperated by the way his wife and daughters shed their clothes with their underwear still in the pants and socks in each pant leg.
I know a guy who sings Frozen duets with his daughter in the shower.
I know a guy that grew up with no sisters and hardly any friends of the opposite sex, but was happy to grow old surrounded women.
I know a guy who didn’t wish for a son, and grew irritated by everyone who presumed he wanted anything other than his daughters.
I know a guy who didn’t need a boy, but got a boy.
I know a guy that kisses that boy and his girls every day.
I know a guy who can’t wait to play sports with his son and daughters.
I know a guy who works hard all day supporting his family and comes home to help with dinner, dishes, and bedtime.
I know a guy who works extremely hard and tells his wife that she works harder.
I know a guy who chooses to spend time with his wife.
I know a guy who went camping for the first time in his late twenties and now wants to camp every summer.
I know a guy who is truly his wife’s best friend.
I know a guy who hates bugs and is scared of snakes.
I know a guy who sometimes loses his temper, but knows how to say sorry.
I know a guy who loves air conditioning and his wife negotiated a deal that he could control the thermostat if she never had to look at the electric bill when they first co-habitated.
I know a guy who is slowly losing control of the thermostat.
I know a guy who fills the bath with bubbles and hides princess figures in the tub, so his girls get clean searching for them.
I know a guy who gets swept away coloring with his kids, meticulously drawing their favorite cartoon characters out of sidewalk chalk on the fence. Sometimes his wife rolls her eyes, “The kids aren’t coloring anymore … You are supposed to be playing with them!”
I know a guy who two years ago got upset when his toddler crushed his beautiful sand castles.
I know a guy who now sometimes laughs when his toddler knocks over his block, sand or lego creations.
I know a guy who told his wife she was beautiful every day throughout three pregnancies.
I know a guy who tells his wife she is beautiful even when she hasn’t showered, brushed her hair or put on makeup.
I know a guy who feels pain when his wife cries.
I know a guy who loves all things that start with the letter P. Pittsburgh. Pickles. Penguins. Platypus. Perogies. Plott Hounds. This guy loves P so much that when he found out that his daughter’s preschool class had parent volunteers to teach each letter of the alphabet, he knew he must have P week.
I know a guy who was crestfallen when another parent signed up for P week.
I know a guy whose wife negotiated a letter week trade with an unknown parent because her husband LOVES the letter “P”.
I know a guy who is now known as “Mr. Pickle” because he hosted a pickle tasting in his daughter’s classroom for P week.
I know a guy who loves fashion and often predicts the upcoming trends.
I know a guy who likes to spend a lot of money on obscure designer clothing.
I know a guy who buys beautiful clothes for his wife – just because.
I know a guy who loves to give gifts and wraps them beautifully.
I know a guy who is athletic. He runs fast, throws a ball further than anyone I know and has an amazing free throw.
I know a guy who shoots hoops so well that he wins prizes for his children at amusement parks.
I know a guy who seems normal, but may be the weirdest guy I’ve ever met.
I know a guy addicted to gummies – especially peachy penguins.
I know a guy who gets along with octogenarians better than any other group of people.
I know a guy who is loyal to no end.
I know a guy who loves the Lord of the Rings.
I know a guy who must watch the Steelers in real time – no recordings – much to the exasperation of his wife.
I know a guy who drinks sweet coffee – Creamer. Sweet and Low. The works.
I know a guy who is not afraid to order fruity drinks at a restaurant.
I know a guy who can be misunderstood.
I know a guy who hates fajitas, the sizzling spotlight.
I know a guy who deserves to be in the spotlight.
I know a guy who met a girl at a bar.
I know a guy who spilled a beer on that girl at the bar … or maybe the girl spilled the beer on him?
I know a guy who drove that girl to New York City to meet her father.
I know a guy who introduced her to all his grandparents along the way.
I know a guy that sat at a diner with her father and told him he wanted to be a pediatric neurosurgeon and discussed his ‘philosophy of love’.
I know a guy who decided to be a family practice doctor, so he could spend time with his family.
I know a guy who never ate fish – an alleged allergy.
I know a guy whose girlfriend convinced him to try fish.
I know a guy who now likes sushi.
I know a guy who married that girl.
I know a guy who is a role model for my son.
I know a guy and I hope my daughters find men like him.
I know a guy who will be embarrassed by this essay.
I know a guy and he knows me.
My love – Happy 8th Anniversary – I hope we last forever.