so like, i used to belong to a cult. they had this "what should you be looking for in a spouse" lesson and I mentioned I was looking for someone intelligent, as someone who couldn't keep up with me would be boring. i practically started a riot. like, sign a million that cult was not for me.

nice name

That is me. I have a poor sense of color and have needed to be restrained in the past.

Jokes on my wife though because her sense of pitch is shaky, while I sure can sing.

Then again, she's an artist and I'm a musician. She has taught me how to avoid the really bad combinations and some theory of color while I have taught her to stay on pitch when there's a background voice doing something else.