Maybe I'm just simple, but marriage works for me. December 28th was the date at which I'd spent half my life with the same woman, and our official 25th Schtupiversary is fast approaching. She's not a climber, though she occasionally goes climbing and is happy to come along and self-entertain on various cragging outings and road trips. What she likes about climbing is not the activity (fear of heights plays into that) but the fact that it takes you to really cool places. In turn, I've developed an appreciation for art galleries. I like the punk rock, she's more into the folk thing, so we meet in the middle: tonight it's Gogol Bordello in Portland.
Like I say, call me simple, but my heart still skips a beat when I see her approaching across a room.