I ran into an acquaintance at the library today, a girl I knew from the gym whose husband works with mine.
We were chatting, talking about our men and the struggles they must face in dealing with the vast multitude of personalities at their job and the frustrations of working in an environment with such dynamics.
And somewhere in the midst of our conversation, while we were discussing the personalities of our own husbands, I called my husband a dork.
Yep, I did. And then I was thinking... what if she tells her husband that I think my husband is a dork? And what if her husband tells my husband I think he's a dork? Egads! We can't have that!
I spent the whole bike ride home feeling really bad that I called my husband a dork.
And then I came to this conclusion:
Think about the stereo-typical "dork" - probably someone you went to high school with and quite possibly even made fun of in your younger, crueler teenage years. Now consider the qualities of a dork:
They are smart. They study hard, they understand concepts the rest of us have no idea about, and they take pride in their superior intelligence.
They are good and kind.
They always try to do what's right (even if it means being teased or made fun of.)
They are respectful and thoughtful of others.
They work hard at any task and do a good job of completing it.
They know how to have good, honest fun.
They aren't obsessed with things that are "cool", materialistic things that the rest of us waste our time on. And really, that makes them even cooler.
They are confident in who they are and don't let others coerce them into being someone they are not, or doing something they don't believe in.
They make the very best friends.
My husband fully embodies each of those characteristics, so that means he definitely must be a dork. And the way I see it, that's a pretty good compliment.
I can only hope that I'm just half as dorky as he is. :o)
I should point out, for the record, that my husband is way cuter and way cooler than any of the dorks I knew in high school.