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I Look Like HoneyBunch


We have all seen pictures where the owner looks just like his pet. Well, the same can be said about couples who have been together for a large amount of time. 
I was with my ex for twenty-nine years and I can vouch that may not be so in all cases, which is a good thing. I would peer at my ex when he was not aware and prayed vehemently that theory was not so, and if it was, I hoped his looks would morph into mine and not vice versa.
The same can be said about pets.  Not all owners look like their pets, especially when the human had nothing to do with choosing the family cat or dog.  In my case the family pet became mine only because the children abandoned them after they stopped being cute and became too much work.  There was only one link between the two of us. Fluffy was the dog and I was his servant.
To look like each other, the pair has to seek the connection.
HoneyBunch and I have been together for almost ten years and it is amazing how similar we have become.   
We met late in life so we are both growing grey.  While others around us continue to dye their hair, we have decided not to fight it.  Alone together in a room of young people, everyone assumes we are a couple, not just because of the color of our hair but because we seek each other out. 
We like each other and we like the same things. We mirror each other constantly both in opinions, speech, and mannerisms. It tickles me to hear him speak like me and I am surprised to find myself voicing his opinions to others.
We have grown to match each other in size. I cut his salt and fried food intake to less than half, and he increased my fruit and vegetable consumption to 100% and it shows in our clothes. Because of it, he has gained a little weight and I have lost a little and we met in the middle.
I buy most of his clothes, so it does not surprise me when we both head out the door on a date and we are dressed in matching colors or outfits.  My taste in clothes shows in our wardrobe.
Yes, we have become one of those couples who look and dress and act alike, and since I like him, I do not mind it at all.  


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