Last night something cute happened: We were sitting at the table eating, which we do whenever we eat in. (We never sit in front of the tv to eat, which is what my late H and I did every night except Friday.) The mood was light-hearted. I said, "So am I the Woman of Your Dreams?" His face sort of mock-fell, and he said, "Aw, don't go pullin' that 'girl' sh*t on me." I said, "Well, I'm a girl, and that's what girls do." So I waited, and he got more uncomfortable. I could tell that some woman or women had used this kind of talk to nail his feet to the floor in the past-- or at least that was the way he was remembering it. Finally, after looking all around the room and fidgeting, he said softly, looking at the tabletop, "Yes, you're the Woman of My Dreams." I didn't say anything; I just beamed and beamed, and he smiled, too. (I obviously scare the cr@p out of him.) I belive he meant it. It was very sweet and made me happy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Good bf, very good bf!!!
Congrats Lillie! Sounds like he's a bit shy about those sorts of declarations, but your reaction was perfect, and I hope bf sees that and gives it another try!
