Conversation I just had, via Skype, with my man:
Me: "So, any more plans on the stag-do front?"
(Please note that in England, what they call a stag-do is what we in America call a Bachelor Party.)
Dan: "Well, I found this stock car racing thing during the day. You get to each have your own car and race it around a track and just crash them into each other - it sounds brilliant."
Now - I am not sure if I have ever heard a sentence that was more obviously said by a male. Can you imagine saying, "Oh yeah honey - the girls and I are going to the track to crash cars into each other. Be back soon!"
I think I would rather clean all the windows in my house with a toothbrush than purposefully put myself in a situation in which cars will be crashed into me. You have got to be kidding.
I have learned, however, that this is the way it is going to be with my husband-to-be. The ever-so-cautious-because-I-don't-want-to-get-hurt-little-old-me is about to marry someone who likes to mountain bike, surf, ride really fast motorcycles, wakeboard, water ski, snowboard, kite board, drive anything with 'turbo' and has base jumped off of a HUGE cliff in Switzerland. While I too enjoy some of the above listed activities, I think that I have definitely found myself a bit of a dare devil who is bound to keep me on my toes over the years. Oh me, oh my - I hope my nerves can handle it.
Except for the motorcycles. I HATE motorcycles. Sorry baby. (cue eye-roll from fiance)