I've told this to a few people before and the more I say it the more I try to find the truth in it. I mean is this really a thing? Is it this simple. Mr. Wrong can never do right and Mr. Right can do no wrong.
Now I know that this seems cliché, but so what. Even frivolous musings can have some wisdom in 'em. Don't forget it can also apply to the Mrs. of the world. I just have zero interest in whether a woman can be right or wrong so I'll just focus on the Mr.'s.
Mr. Wrong can never do right and Mr. Right can do no wrong. I feel like exhausting my thoughts behind this. I don't know if I heard someone else say this first or if it's my brain child; either way, I filed it away. It must speak to something or why else would I save it. I try to only retain needful things, because I don't want to run out of memory when I really need it. But, I digress.
Ok soooo…Mr. Wrong can never do right. There's a pretty simple logic to that. If you've ever been pursued by a very nice person that you had zero attraction to, nothing they did was enough to make you fall for them. As a matter of fact, it can stir up the feeling of agitation. I know for me it can trigger a fight or flight reaction. Neither is endearing.
Ok soooo… Why does Mr. Wrong make you want to punch him in the face for trying to touch your hand?? Maybe that's too strong of a reaction. How about when he tries to lean in to kiss you and you get the heebie geebies (is that how you spell that? Hmm) Anyway, there seems to be a chemical reaction that almost repels you away.
But then I think about maybe Mr. Wrong just can't do right right now but later he could be all right. It's just that right now the timing is all wrong so it puts him in a space that's awkward. Out of sync. Like he could be Mr. Right six months down the road, if he wasn't so darn wrong right now.
Here's another thought, maybe he has all the makings of Mr. Right, but you're so screwed up in your head with unrealistic fantasies that you confuse right for wrong. Just suspicious lol. He brings flowers and you're like "He must think I'm stupid! Being all nice so I can trust him. No way Buddy!" Checking off boxes of what's wrong. You can't even recognize right anymore. He tries to open the door for you and you retort, "Ugh, you just wanna look at my booty. Men are nasty.". Please know that I am fully aware that this explanation could never belong to anyone reading my blog. Yet, this does remind me of the whole "hurt people hurt people" thing. Whatever, I digress.
I've had Mr. Right and even when he was wrong he was so right in his wrongness that all wrong seemed all right. Whew. Seriously though. He can arrive late with no flowers and you're just like "oh well, you're here now". He can smell like a freaking grease monkey and you're still gushing. "Oh how I love a handy man!"
What makes his wrong so right? He's not the only guy with beautiful eyes and a jolly laugh. Other guys may not be able to change your breaks, but they'll smell good and show up on time. He can't do wrong because all wrongs are nullified by the rightness of his ability to just feel right. All the time. Right? *sigh*
I think I might have married Mr. Right who lives inside of Mr. Wrong or Mr. Wrong who cleverly hid inside of Mr. Right. That is my conundrum. He baffles me almost everyday. He's right in the morning, wrong during the day, and right at bedtime. It's like a right wrong roller coaster. How can I adore him and want to punch him in the face at the same time just because he brought me ice cream that I didn't ask for??? Now I do not condone violence, but geez Louise! I really don't think there's a wife out there that hasn't slapped the shit out of her husband in her mind. Similarly, I've caught him looking at me in a way that screamed, "Biiittccchhh!" Needless to say, he was wrong for being right. But we don't slap or call names. Sorry… I digress.
I think my thoughts on this have been exhausted.