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Editor's note: This blog post was written by Kim's new husband, Mike Lewis. The two were married on April 19…

I don't like jazz.

I mean, I'm beginning to, I guess, maybe, some of it. The singing is okay. But Kim played some John Coltrane for me a little while ago, and it barely sounds like music. Admittedly, my taste in music is questionable — lots of "new country" and ska covers of "Tears of a Clown" and 1990s rap — but Coltrane is kind of a big leap of faith for me.

I'm learning what it's like to go out and have people constantly wanting a bit of her attention, or what it is to randomly show up in other people's pictures in Facebook. I'm a computer programmer, and normally nobody cares about my opinion of things at cocktail parties. But now they barely notice me; it's a much purer kind of being ignored when you're actually standing next to the conversation without being in it. It's not necessarily bad — I was never meant to be a social butterfly.

On the other hand, I have lots of music in the house, and I spent a week in Switzerland living in the reflected glow of a star — people coming up to her wherever she went and telling her how wonderful she is, and even if I didn't have anything to do with that other than maybe making her happy so she could sing well, it makes me happy to see her succeeding. And I didn't even have to pay for my meals. I've gotten to meet her band and see what a concert looks like from the first sound check to the last autograph signing (the sound checks aren't that exciting, and neither is the autograph signing, but you never know… at some point I'm going to understand what that monitor thing is that they always want more of).

There are lots of other non-musically-related things going on that are great too, and Kim seems to appreciate my more sedate, some might even say "boring" approach to life. So if you don't see Kim living it up at the concerts and bars like she used to do, it's because we got married on April 19.

Anyway, the wedding was great, the after-party (with Steve Lucky and the Rhumba Bums, featuring Carmen Getit) was slammin', and I even enjoyed swing dancing in front of an audience. Kim can make anybody look good.

In summary, I would give marrying a jazz singer my highest recommendation. I'll check back in with you sometime soon to see if my musical tastes have changed or if I've learned about monitors. And if you see someone hanging around Kim at your next social event… don't feel obligated to talk to him. He's probably perfectly happy just standing around in the background, smiling and thinking about baseball.