Again, I’m not so good at gift giving, so as a Valentine to my man, I am going to enumerate the ways in which I appreciate and love him. I’ve dated a lot of guys over the last 30 years. This dude is a good one.
These are in no particular order. Mostly because I cannot be organized enough to put them in any order. Or, I could also say, no one thing is more important than the other. That statement, of course, is not entirely true.
1) Here is the reason I wanted to write this list to begin with: a few weeks ago, Spazz called me up to let me know he was offered a different shift. Spazz currently works from 7:00 pm until 7:00 am and it fucks up our social life entirely. He would prefer a noon to midnight shift and has been asking for it, but currently it is not available. His manager called him and offered him the 7:00 am to 7:00 pm shift. His least favorite shift.
So the Spazz called me and told me about the offer. He wanted to know what I thought (seriously, he wanted my opinion) and thought it would be better for him to take the shift for us. For us?!? I’m not used to this kind of consideration. I said to him, “do what’s best for you.” He responded “I want to do what’s best for us.”
He took the day shift. I love him more for that.
2) He loves my body. When he and I first dated in 2001, I was a lot younger, tighter, and my boobs were higher. We got back together after I turned 40, when my body felt it no longer needed to metabolize food and my muscles began to turn to fat. He still thinks I’m sexy. And he has the right attitude: if I complain about my body he tells me he loves it but if I don’t like it, I should do something about it and stop bitching. That usually shuts me up.
3) He thinks my cat is the best cat in the world. He is right.
4) When he leaves my apartment after I do, he makes my bed, and he does an even better job than I do.
5) He thinks my family are the bee’s knees and loves to hang around them. He looks forward to talking to my dad about history (my poor father is not used to engaging so much) and he thinks my brothers are the funniest guys in the world (personally, I think they’re funny-looking). And he loves my mom.
6) He loves my best friend and her husband. He wants to go back and visit them every year.
7) He is honest to a fault. I trust him implicitly.
8) I love his family. His parents don’t speak much English, but they are loving and sweet. His sister is fun and personable and she has a great family. I love their culture and his sister’s cooking is off. the. hook.
9) He has an enormous capacity for love, which I admire. He gets frustrated easily, but he loves more fiercely than the average person.
10) He is cleaner than I am. I am a freak about washing my dishes….they have to be scrubbed clean. He is the only person who cleans them better than I do.
11) He has a great body. He really does. He, like me, complains about his own body, but I think he’s hot and I have no problem with his hirsuteness.
12) He is a champion eater. I love to watch him eat. He will eat anything and he can pack away a lot of it and still retain his great body (he’s a Spazz...he’s constantly burning energy). It depresses me that he now has to change his diet for health reasons. It’s hard for me to encourage him to eat better because I am so entertained by his capacity to devour enormous amounts of food.
13) He handles my affect better than I do. I can be a complete bitch to him and he either calls me on it right away or ignores it and moves on.
14) He loves bunny rabbits.
15) He loves me. And he’s not afraid to admit it.
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