I have found myself a bonafide cheerleader.
He took me to and from surgery. I made him breakfast before he drove me there. He met my mother. Neither of us are in a hurry to meet each others' parents, but it was unavoidable.
He stayed through surgery then drove my drug-addled brain to the pharmacy and then home. And he texted me later to remind me to take my medication. (What medication? I completely forgot that I had taken medication when we got me home.) I have no idea how I got into my pajamas and into bed. If he helped, that was the first time he saw me in my underwear. Oops! I didn't even think about it, or if I did, I have forgotten it. But we had been to the pool before, and my bikini and my standard-issue underthings are pretty much the same so I guess it's ok. (Props to Vicky and her Secrets for attiring me in both!)
I'm looking for a new job. I had a first interview today, and it went well. The salary is more than double what I'm making now (I am SO underpaid right now!), plus a 10% bonus. My ex (not the cheating one, the most recent one) would have told me I was stupid for hanging in there so long with my current company. Not Mr. Saturday Date. He was all about how I deserve every penny and my current boss is going to be sorry for losing me, and reassuring me that I can do this job - after all, it's just a fraction of what I do now in my current position.
What magical vat of awesome men did I happen to dip into when I found this guy? This man is fabulous!
Part of me keeps reminding me that I feel this way about everybody that I date when things are first getting off the ground. I'm currently telling that part of me to shut the hell up and let me be optimistic for once.
Oh, but here's the sad part. Sunday, we were supposed to go out. He got sunburned on Saturday and sun poisoning on Sunday. So I head over there with aloe, slather it all over him, then snuggled the crap out of his dog. Yesterday, I had surgery. Today, he has a head cold, but tested negative for Covid. I'd like things to get more physical, but between the two of us, I don't know when we'll both be healthy enough to do so.
Just more anecdotal proof that God has a wicked sense of humor!
Me: BW, too many times to count. 55, two awesome grown sons. Remarried in 2010. That lasted 11 years.
WXH: Who cares? He's a dumpster fire shit show. NC since D (with cause) in 2004.
D-Day: A very bad day in June 2003. Then July, August...