After the losers who have sometimes crossed our lives, we tell ourselves that this man, who is currently going a long way with us, is still a nice guy who we can afford to trust. Why ? It holds (at least) in 20 points.
He apologetically kisses our weeping brow as we lie beneath a pile of quilts like a dead whale, snot on our nose, eyes glassy, with 39 degrees of fever and an army of germs escaping with each fetid breath.
He only sees us behind closed doors. He introduces us to his friends, his colleagues, his family, meets our own circle. Better, he is really happy about it!
He takes pleasure in offering us the restaurant and seeing us have foodgasms (mouth orgasms caused by a succulent food, usually chocolate).
He is honest, in his daily life and with us. He tells us when he disagrees with us or when we are completely wrong. We know that he plays cards on the tables and that we can communicate with him.
It's the Lucky Luck of the phone. You have a problem and you inform him by text message? In the minutes that follow, if he is not in a meeting, he will answer you immediately by message or even call you. And that, even if we are super independent, it reassures us! Good to know if one day you get crusted in the shower.
We gained 3 kilos at Christmas and he is sad about it. Not because our thighs look like a Hot Air Balloon, but because we can't help moaning like a baby seal in front of the mirror when he thinks we're hot (and he's right).
When we talk about love, about life, he has no trouble explaining his values and expectations to us. He knows what he wants and what he doesn't want, even if it's "going with the flow" of the relationship right now. At least we're not dealing with a fat tortured man who changes his mind like his panties.
When we have back pain, he tries to massage us. I say well he tries….
When someone picks on us in a completely unjustified way, they immediately defend us. Even if the "someone" in question is his mother.
Because we are tired or/and because we are in a bad mood, we sometimes turn into ugly Gremlins (like here) or a Machiavellian cat (like here). In short:we look for the argument, we come out with razor-sharp sentences and we cry for nothing. And despite that, he loves us.
In bed, he listens to our shivers, our breath, our moans. He wants to do us good so inevitably, he does it very well!
If we have a dream, which implies that we will have to surpass ourselves, work a lot, and maybe move a lot for a while, it supports us fully in Cheerleader mode (without the pompoms anyway…). Because what he wants is our happiness and to remind us that we are a superwoman who rocks.
Her friends are lovely people with whom we could -almost- be friends. He makes good choices, the coco!
Sometimes, whether it's a matter of look, job, behavior, he gives us advice. But to help us and make us happier, not to change us. Because he loves us as we are.
When you have a stroke of blues, stress, speed, it is there, as it should be. Neither too close nor too far. And each of his words reassures us. We don't know how he does it, but he has a soothing magical power over us. Scary limit.
He has another creepy magical power:he can read our minds. Are you anxious? He sees it! You are angry ? He sees it! You don't listen to him? He sees it! On the other hand, there are plenty of other things he doesn't see, huh, like our visit to the hairdresser... But hey, let's move on.
With him, the phrase "friends of my friends are my friends" takes on its full meaning. With our friends, our family, our colleagues, he is helpful, attentive, attentive. Sometimes they inflate it. But at least he's trying to make an effort.
He understood that compromise was the basis of the couple. For us, he knows how to make efforts and make choices that will please both of us and not just his buttocks.
He wants us to find him beautiful. Even if sometimes it's pants with holes in front of the TV, he often asks us our opinion on his look and tries to surprise us, without changing for all that... Mmmm...
He opens up to us, talks to us about his life, his past, not very glorious things, his dark sides of the force, his fears... He does it because he trusts us. And it's reciprocal:we do the same.
