Well I did it. I found a nice guy. What are the odds right? It’s early and he could still be a serial killer but now that my friends and family have seen his face and can identify him in a line up, I kind of doubt it. Plus even a serial killer would be afraid of the dose of teasing from virtual strangers that has come this man’s way and he has taken it like a champ. Sadly he hasn’t heard even a quarter of my tales of mischief and the ones he has heard have been tamed down for the most part which means he might still take off on a dead run any day now.
His mom taught him to be a gentleman. I will be thanking her for this. He likes to open my doors. It has been a long time since someone did nice things such as this for me. Our joke is that he is re-training me. We have the getting in the car covered. I even remember to unlock the door while he walks around most of the time *read he hits unlock as a precaution*. Now waiting for him to open the door when we get to our destination … not so much. I still jump out like the car is on fire. He is such a good sport he just smiles and shakes his head.
I am glad that he thinks I’m beautiful and tells me all the time. It’s awkward and I have to resist the urge to look around to see who he is talking to. It’s been a really long time since I have heard anything positive directed at me. What if it goes to my head? Guess I’ll have my family step up the verbal abuse about my driving to off set it just in case.
He has theories about what “men do”. They will drive an hour to pick you up for a date only to drive that same distance in order to take you to dinner and dancing. He will then will drive an hour to bring you home and again drive an hour to get home after the date. Just to recap, he would spend more time in the car than on the date basically. This may have been where I put my foot down and drove my damn self to the big city for the date. He did not like this but again, he is a great sport. Most likely shaking his head at me but since I couldn’t see it, it doesn’t count.
Apparently “men” also pay for everything. I am so in the habit of digging out my wallet when things need paid for that I it leaves me at a loss. I just get the “look” as well as being told it’s “what a man does”. I may have gone a sneaky route to contribute so I don’t feel quite so out of sorts with it. Christmas + gift cards = awesome. There is a fine line between being an independent woman and taking a man’s dignity away when he is trying to be a gentleman. I hate this line. I can’t walk a straight one sober so you know this has to be killing me.
It’s a good thing he is handsome and have great chemistry. I can see the benefit to the nunnery. Oh, who am I kidding? That would never happen because I can’t give up men, drinking, swearing like a sailor, and my smutty novels…