I will admit it – I am married to Mr. Wonderful. Not only does he put up with me, he enjoys putting up with me (or so he says which is ok).
I came with baggage – three cats, one of whom (now deceased) was diabetic and bordered on being incontinent. It didn’t matter to him (or if it did he kept it to himself and that works for me too). But that is not why my friends called him Mr. Wonderful.
This story starts in the middle 1990s when I moved back home from New Jersey following a particularly painful divorce. At the time I was working in the design field. The field is full of crazy, artistic, temperamental people. I loved them. They always said what they thought no matter what. If you had thin skin, well, too bad!
Mr. Wonderful and I did things as friends. We had known each other a long time and he was freshly divorced. We were two lost souls content to have a friend to do things with. No commitments or routine, just fun.
One of our pseudo-dates was to a rock concert. The love of music is something we share. We used to attend a lot of concerts. Whenever we did, Mr. Wonderful always bought me a t-shirt. Now you know that concert t-shirts are grossly overpriced, never fit and are often ugly but they are proof of your affection for the band.
On one particular occasion, we bought the t-shirts on the way into the concert. We sat in bleacher bench seats. The concert was wonderful. It was rousing music so there were times when we had to stand and chant or sway or sing or something. When it was over, getting out was a mess with people pushing and shoving. I was halfway down the bleacher steps when I realized that I had left my t-shirt (the really expensive $30 one) on the seat. We made our way back up but it was gone (surprise, surprise!).
I was really annoyed with myself. How could I be so stupid? I could have tied it around my waist or something. On the way out Mr. Wonderful bought me another one. So…my concert t-shirt really cost $60.
The next day as I was relating this story to the folks at work, they were amazed. I don’t think they were convinced that I was worth a $60 t-shirt! Or maybe it was because it was a Michael Bolton t-shirt — hey, it was the ’90s! They started calling him Mr. Wonderful and the name stuck until I left the company.
Of course, I still call him Mr. Wonderful especially when he cleans up a hairball.

You have shared enough stories about your Mr. Wonderful for me to be fully convinced the name is well-earned. He’s a keeper!
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Yes he is!
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This is the kind of story that reminds me of how Big got his name on Sex in the City. Love it. Mr. Wonderful is a keeper.
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Thanks!
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He really is Mr. Wonderful.
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Yes he is.
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Oh! Such a sweet story! Buying the shirt a second time really does show how special he is. I don’t know why, but buying something twice is hard to do. I probably wouldn’t do it. Come to think of it, my late husband would have. He was pretty wonderful too.
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I wouldn’t have done it. I had years of my mother drumming in me about consequences. I would have felt it was my just punishment for being stupid.
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Please enjoy what you have. Enjoy the memories of the t-shirts. Some of us are married to extremely practical and totally unromantic, unfeeling people.
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My husband isn’t typically romantic in the buying sense. Maybe because we were dating or because I was so angry at myself but he did buy that second one. I still have the shirt (you can see in the header). Of course it’s way too big and not especially attractive. The most romantic gesture from my perspective was when he went out to get me a Starbucks every morning for two weeks after a surgery a couple of years back. Even I found that amazing. He had clean the kitty litter too. Perhaps that’s romantic but it’s hard to think of it that way.
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He went with you to see Michael Bolton…he is Mr. Wonderful. 🙂 Happy Valentine’s Day Kate and Mr. Extra Wonderful. 🙂
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🙂
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Kate this is quite the coincidence because I’m married to “Mrs.Wonderful”! She never bought me a $30—whoops, $60 T-shirt though? Nevertheless she’s still wonderful, and I’m pretty sure your man is as wonderful as you say—because the “Wonderful’s come from a good family. Happy Valentine’s Day to you both.
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Thanks and right back at you!
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When a man loves a woman, he is more than wonderful. Cats and all.
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Yes he is!
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What a sweet story. That makes you Mrs. Wonderful.
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Not necessarily. I am much too practical.
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I love the love stories bloggers are posting today! Have you ever thought of making a quilt out of the concert t-shirts? I’ve seen some on Pinterest and they are surprisingly nice. It’s a good way of displaying the memories without having to wear the darn things.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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Too much work and not enough interest! The first year we dated my husband kept all the theater stubs, playbills and menus from things we did. He put in a collage and framed. Damned if I remember where it is! He is the one who is much more romantic than me.
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Damn, he does love you for that very act. He just made it a lot harder for the rest of us men — them shirts is expensive!
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Absolutely!
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Bless your Mr. Wonderful. Happy Valentine’s Day to both of you. I also tell my husband how I just don’t deserve him. He is gracious enough to deny it. 😉
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I always tell my husband how lucky he is to have me, followed quickly by the reverse. We are both indeed lucky to be together and healthy.
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So sweet!
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Yes, he was a keeper!
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Mr Wonderful indeed – Happy Valentine’s Day to you both!
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Thanks!
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It’s great when our Valentine is a keeper! Happy Valentine’s Day to Mr. & Mrs. Wonderful
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Finding a keeper is really good. It took me a while….
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Kate,
Where was I through that happening? In a drug stupor? And I don’t even do drugs! LOL. I was there with you and the rest of the designing crazies but DO NOT remember that story. I of course do remember the Mr. Wonderful moniker. That’s why I still have trouble remembering what’s his names real name! Starts with a “D” doesn’t it?😀👍 Just kidding. It’s Dan. Those were great times for – for me at least…cause I met YOU.
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Can’t believe you don’t remember as you and Rosie started the Mr. Wonderful thing. Perhaps you should get tested!
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Gosh. I don’t remember that either. Oy vay!!!
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Definitely need to be tested!
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I know him and always thought he is “Mr. Wonderful!” Hope you still have all those Tee-Shirts. Very special memories. Happy Valentine’s Day Kate and her Mr. Wonderful!!!!
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I have many of them. Most of them are ugly though. Why don’t they get a good designer for them? I have a Jimmy Buffett one that is the worst electric shade of yellow ever!
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Good one! I don’t suppose you watch the TV show Two and a Half Men. Michael Bolton has been doing cameo bits on the last couple of shows. He would get to sing about 20 seconds each time but would join in a skit.
Happy V-Day Tom
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I have seen the cameos. I was at another Bolton concert about 2 years ago with my girlfriends. He does a good concert! I passed on the tee-shirt!
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A lovely love story.. Have a great day. 🙂
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Awww! Thanks!
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Mr. Wonderful Indeed!
I never thought someone cleaning up a hairball was sexy, but it’s downright foreplay!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
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The older you get the more practical you get about everything.
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