Chrome, giggle. I am the designated skeptic of my household. He's not a "true believer", but keeps a lot more doors oipen than I ever would. I have gradually come to understand that that world serves the same function for him that science fiction does for me -- sort of a "theater of the possible". Believe it or not, these divergent interests have been one of the number one "growth opportunities" in our marriage. We both slowly painfully (with a lot of bad behavior on both sides) learned to wrap our heads around agreeing to disagree and having that be ok. Most people fight about money or sex ... no, we had to fight about UFOs. In particular, I had to reconcile the fact that he was open to some things I thought were laughable and yet he was still a brilliant man worthy of my respect. He had to learn that I wasn't rejecting *him* when I disagreed with some of his thinking. Where was Schnarch when we were newlyweds?
Cobra, I would be bored out of my mind, you're right. Well, I don't know, 15 minutes would probably be ok. Maybe not every night though. I do try to show an intelligent interest to the best of my ability ... ask questions ... because I want to understand that part of him ... but a lot of it is still over my head. We do discuss work, and sometimes he just needs to vent about the politics ... sometimes at length ... and that's ok. It's ok if he just needs to use me as a sounding board sometimes. But usually we discuss subjects of truly *mutual* interest. Because we're both interested in a lot of things, this usually isn't too difficult.
"Show me a completely smooth operation and I'll show you someone who's covering mistakes. Real boats rock." -- Frank Herbert