Opposites attract

Last night, the love of my life was watching wrestling while I sat, quietly reading a Reiki book and listening to Spirits - Music for the Soul (on my iPod Touch, one of the other loves of my life).
Crazy wrestling man said "I want all of you to get up, jump up and down on your sofa and Yell"
Well, fortunately my man is way too smart for that which just as well because if he'd jumped up and down (knee replacement allowing) he would have been decapitated by the ceiling fan and there would have been blood everywhere, totally inconveniencing my plan to watch CSI (although quite appropriate).
I wonder who is in charge of wardrobe for wrestling. There's quite a sweet looking boy, he looks as if he's going to do some Tribal Belly Dancing and I quite like his eye make up - Jeff I think. Then, there's the angry Russian in his Tighty Whities, no doubt angry because he looked in the mirror. Another strange fellow with a blue band aid on his nose appeared to be wearing a wet suit with black bobby sox. Go figure!
Well, to each his own, I'm thoroughly enjoying my book.