On a trip to North Carolina last summer, my husband and I went to my best friend’s house for a cook-out. As we were sitting around having a few drinks an Eminem song popped up on the radio. At one point during the song my best friend says, “I love Eminem, he’s totally one of my three.” Confused I have to ask, “what do you mean one of your three?” She and another friend now begin to explain to me that the “threes” consist of the three people that you have your husband’s blessing to sleep with, should the opportunity ever arise. My first thought: how have I never heard of this?? My second thought: really, Eminem???
Well of course my mind immediately starts running through back issues of People Magazine as I try to determine who my three lucky fella’s would be. As I'm dreaming another friend announces that George Strait tops her list. WHAT?? Isn’t he like, old? And, I don’t know, old?
As distracted as I was by this new revelation, I was still able to decide on my number one, which I was proud to announce: Johnny Depp! Simultaneously both of my friends say, “yuck!” Yuck? Johnny Depp, two time People Magazine Sexiest Man Alive, gets a yuck, but Eminem and George Strait are acceptable? I think not! Shocked I of course demanded explanations for their stupidity. “He’s so dirty looking,” and “he just seems scummy.” Oh, and Eminem seems like a good choice for the clean-cut All American?
My second choice, Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam, was met with similar disdain. Not until my third choice, George Clooney, did I even get a “yeah, I could see that.” Well duh, I think most of our children, parents, uncles, aunts and husband’s could see that.
I was truly baffled that three women, who have known each other since high school, who have very similar backgrounds and interests, could be that spread on our “threes.” Hell, we’ve even dated some of the same guys, and yet when given the world’s buffet of men to choose from we range from white rapper, to a grungy actor, to a singing cowboy?
After hours of analyzing this conversation in my head, I finally came to the conclusion that beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. It’s obvious that each of us is attracted to different personalities and lifestyle traits in others, but I guess I had always just assumed that good looking was good looking, no matter whose eyes are viewing. After this conversation I realized what one person is visually attracted too can be completely different than what another person is visually attracted too.
I decided to ask my husband who his three would be. I was anticipating answers like Giselle, Scarlett Johansson and Jennifer Lopez. What I got was, “I don’t know, probably Drew Barrymore.” Don’t get me wrong, I think Drew Barrymore is gorgeous, but I never would have thought that would be the person my husband would choose to sleep with if given permission to sleep with any woman in the world. Hell, she doesn’t even look like me! Then again, as much as I love Travis, he and Johnny Depp wouldn’t exactly be confused as twins either???