Two years ago I decided to conduct an experiment that turned out to be bad for my ego but good for my marriage: could I teach my wife to downhill ski and not have to thumb through the Yellow Pages under “Lawyers, Divorce”?
Common wisdom tells us, “Don’t ever try to teach your wife to do anything that you think you’re really good at — especially if it involves going fast in the general direction of large trees.” You have to be careful because you might turn her off forever by endangering her life, or worse — by ordering her around like she’s six years old.
What you have to do is ease her into it. “Oh, look at that!” you’ll say, “We’re watching football again. Isn’t this kind of fun?” Don’t ever seem like you’re trying to teach her stuff; there’s no faster way to kill a relationship. Although when she’s hanging out with her new boyfriend, Juan, at least she’ll finally understand pass interference.
Happily though in my case, the answer to my experiment turned out to be “yes.” I was able to teach my wife to ski — without her whipping the wedding ring back at me on the chairlift.