Without me realising it, Sue Honan has been following me around for the last 3 years.
How did she manage to write my life down so accurately???
Thats fantastic... Will definatly print it out and hand it too my next 'future' relationship, Hope she understands what she is gettin herself into!
Sounds about right.
I used to preface relationships with my love of the sport. Basically, at the time, women came second, and had to know it in advance. At least I was honest. I always got early the reaction: "I understand how important it is, it is you, I would never want to change you".
A nice high-level general statement... that never applies in specifics. Soon you get in to the "I reserved the weekend so we could see my parents, do you mind?". The mind-boggling "Are you going windsurfing this morning?" as you're leaving the door with all the gear in the car. And so on.
Looking around, it seems at least one person in most couples, past the first period of novelty, gets into control - house, life, friends, what you wear, your mates, your sports, how to behave in public. It comes progressively, one activity, one mate at a time.
So I don't have a problem with life-leisure balance, but she does. Funny, I wouldn't mind if she had sports herself - and activities and visiting more of her friends...
Sigh....relationships and windsurfing are such a problem.
It starts with the excuses; "I only want to get a windsurfer for those days when it's too windy to sail the cat". Then you realise it's more than just a friendship between her and the sport.
There's all the demands; "You've GOT to show me how to beach start".
Then there's the little white lies; "I really need this new sail" she says. "My old one is starting to lose shape in the bottom panel". 
There's the accusations; "You moved my harness lines along the boom!"
There's the jeering laughter when she goes faster than you do.[}:)]
There's the time when her gaze drifts away from you, and you realise she's found another love.....that sleek 12 feet of plastic.
You catch her out when she makes those little slips. With a sinking heart you realise she wasn't out with a girlfriend; she's been cheating and hitting the water by herself.
And finally, just like last Sunday she throws you out of the warm and snug bed you've long shared.......just because she wants you out with her, blasting around in cold 20 knot winds in midwinter. 
Yes, windsurfing relationships are hell.
Reminds me of that old joke (fact of life?),
"women promise they will never change - and always do
men promise they will change - and never do"
