Kimbo: A Fisherman??

I have never been an outdoor type of girl. I prefer climate controlled establishments over trekking out in the elements, shopping over sports, and computers over camping. Frankly, being outdoorsy or woodsy just never appealed to me. I don't like to get dirty. Its not that I am a totally girly girl, I just prefer to be indoors. I am very much a homebody.

My sweet fiance though, is an outdoors kinda man. He loves to hunt, camp, fish, shoot, all that good stuff. He's not the kind who likes to stay indoors for long, as he enjoys getting out of the house and doing something. Now, in a way, this is good for me, because I need to get out of the house more, I spend way too much time here and way too much time in front of this laptop. But its my comfort zone, and true to my Cancer nature, home is where I feel safe.

I knew a few weeks ago that I must love this man when we ventured into the new Bass Pro Shop store in Mesa. This is just not a store Kimbo would ever go into, but Phil was so excited and how could I not go in with him after seeing how cute he was. He's mentioned going hunting, which I told him I won't do for two reasons, which is 1. I just couldn't go out there and kill an innocent animal, I would feel terrible and 2. With my luck, some wild animal will start chasing me and I can only go 4mph in this chair. Camping...eh, I don't know, it doesn't sound like much fun to me, and again, the whole wild animal chasing me scenario plays in the head. Shooting...no way! I can barely look at a gun without getting scared, and I am sure as hell I would shot myself in the foot, because I am that clumsy. Now an air rifle...maybe...but a real gun, no.

Fishing...well, that's a possibility. I'd given some thought to it, after all, its something he loves and I do want to be able to share in one of his pastimes, just as I know he would do the same for me. So Sunday we went into the Sportsman Warehouse and I saw their fishing section and told Phil, "I want my own fishing pole." He was surprised, and I told him that I really did want my own, after all, if I was going to try out this fishing thing, I wanted to have my own equipment. So we picked out a nice pole and he got me all set with a tackle box and a lot of different things that I have no idea how to use.

For those who know me, I am sure your getting a laugh out of this, because whoever thought Kimbo would be out there with a fishing pole, trying to catch some fishes? Sure as hell not me! I already told him that I am not touching a fish, and I don't want to touch the bait either because I don't want to go around smelling like stink bait. I know, I am such a wuss. I am not sure when we are going to go fishing, maybe this weekend over at Power Ranch. I might hate it, then again I might love it. My thought is that relationships and marriage are all about compromise, and sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. So I told him I would try out this fishing business, as long as he doesn't say anything when I ask him to go to the symphony with me.