They say opposites attract. That might be a good thing, but I suspect it can go too far. For example, Hubby and I have completely different interests. He likes board games. I do too, but only if they can be finished in under 2 hours, don't need an afternoon to set up, and do not use the words "take over your province".
I think that all people need to talk. Chat. Share thoughts, ideas, and words. I've spent the last 11 years trying to tell him this, but he's not listening! In fact, he's probably relieved when I go out with other people, just so he can have some peace and quiet.
We are a very musical house. I love 80's, pop, rock, country, and Anne Murray. He despises 80's, pop, rock, country, and Anne Murray. Instead he listens to stuff that makes my teeth hurt, like Ray Charles. Or Otis Redding. Or, god forbid, Tom Lehrer.
I drink yummy drinks (and beer). He drinks Scotch. I thrive on cleanliness. He is blind to clutter.
The good news is that we've learned to work with our differences (see title). He pretends to listen while I chatter, and I pretend to care about the latest computer game. Sometimes we listen to my music (he has "veto" power) and sometimes he tries to put in his own music. I clean, and he tolerates the bustling. I've taught him to converse with people he meets in the stores, and he convinced me I needed my own computer. That way I can "chat" to bloggers, friends online, and download my own music. While I sip yummy drinks.