I've lived with my Danish husband for 60 years and — like all good wives in their mid-80s — I am pretty confident that I know everything there is to know about him. I know his favorite foods: bread, cheese and herring. I know his favorite movie — Beverly Hills Cop and any other films in that genre. I know his strengths: honesty, loyalty and total devotion to me and our family.
And I know his weaknesses. Sloppiness, stubbornness and a pathological fear of getting his hair cut.
Though, occasionally Benni surprises me. For example, he’s never been much of a cook, and certainly not a baker — mostly because he hates following instructions of any kind. So imagine my shock when, during COVID-19, my husband began making banana bread. He actually read and followed the recipe, measured the ingredients, timed the oven and made enough delicious loaves to share with neighbors every week.
Another time, Benni astounded me when he decided to act as a matchmaker. My husband is the last person in the world I would expect to play Cupid. As a bottled-up Scandinavian, he does not get involved in other people’s personal lives. But he did connect two of our single friends, who are now a loving couple.
Okay, so I was wrong about the baking thing and the matchmaking, but there’s one thing I know for sure: Benni is not a vibrant conversationalist. He’s often shy, often bashful. If someone asks him to recount an event, he will defer to me, saying “Why don’t we let Annie tell it.” In keeping with that old “opposites attract” maxim, I sometimes think he married me because I am as loquacious as he is restrained.
I’m a talker, I’m a storyteller and I know how to time the punch line of a joke. And most of our friends are lively noisemakers like me. So, when we’re at a dinner party, Benni just sits there, listening quietly. I must confess that I am often embarrassed by his reticence; I think it seems unfriendly not to join the babble.
On the other hand, when we’re home alone, he can be a real chatterbox. He will hit the pause button to elaborate on the TV news, barge into my office to share his excitement about his favorite Danish soccer team and entertain me during dinner by recounting details about his 7th-grade girlfriend, like that her mother smoked cigars. He only clamps down in social situations.