Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Reasons (Not in any Particular Order) That I Think My eSuitor is the Greatest Thing on Two Legs

I haven't mentioned my eSuitor lately, so I thought I'd give you an update. I'm trying to keep my emotions in check and not go too crazy talking about why I think he's the bomb. But it's hard to keep quiet when someone makes me feel so special. Here are some things I really like about him:
  • He lets me be me. I feel the freedom to be my goofy self in front of him, and he finds me "adorable" anyway. Gotta love that!
  • He doesn't get his knickers in a twist when things go wrong. On Saturday, he came to pick me up to spend the day together. Clearly, my head is in the clouds when I'm around him because I pulled two major no-brainers in one day. When we were leaving the Huntington Library and Gardens, I realized that I didn't have my purse with me. Where did I leave it? I wasn't totally sure. He calmly says, "Let's go back in and check with lost and found." While he checked there, I ran into the ladies room frantically checking in every stall to see if I left it hanging on the back of a door. No luck. I walk out to find him standing there smiling with my purse in his hands (thank the Lord!). Later that day, I realized that I had locked my keys in my apartment. I got kind of panicky because (sad to say) this kind of thing has happened to me before, and the parties who were with me were not so kind (i.e. "How could you forget something like that?") But not my eSuitor. His response: "What's the big deal? They're just keys. We'll figure it out." So sweet. I got in that evening, no problem.
  • He came to pick me up for church on Easter with a bouquet of my favorite flowers. Aren't they pretty?
  • When we are walking on a sidewalk, he always walks between me and the cars. (It's a southern gentleman thing.)
  • He opens doors for me.
  • He gels his hair. I don't know what it is, but a little dippity-doo goes a long way with me.
  • Great guns! The man's got biceps!
  • He shares his heart with me. Just whatever is going on. I love his authenticity.

Feel free to make barfing noises now if you want. I won't be able to hear you over the sound of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. :)

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sexiest part of a man's body? His arms. Mmmm Hmmm! Don't let him just hold your hand. Make sure he 'escorts' you so you can hold on to those things. hehe *giddy laugh*

-Windy

The Cachinnator said...

Bleeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhh!

Is my barfing noise spelled correctly? Spellcheck seemed to think there was something wrong with it...

a-dub said...

Those little things mean a lot. I have been married for one year, dated my husband 5 1/2 years before that. He still opens car doors for me, and it still gives me a little thrill each time. I think that stuff is what counts. Your guy sounds like a keeper!

Don Boscoe said...

cach...you left out an h it should be

Bleeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh

My spell check said that was the correct spelling. So tracy, my response is

Bleeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh

Autumn's Mom said...

awww no barf noises over here. More like little puppy dog eyes. blink blink blink

Sounds like a little peice of heaven to me ;)

Queen, III said...

I agree with Windy. I'm a sucker for big biceps. I always require that a man be able to pick me up without straining before we can date. He sounds like a hottie, Tracy!

Jenn said...

He sounds wonderful! My husband does cute stuff like that too. I remember the first time he opened a door for me I was like, what are you doing? *wierd look* now I love it!

p.s. I always leave my purse and forget my keys! I think one of the main reasons I married him was cause he didn't yell at me like I was an idiot when I did it. LOL