He’s proving my wrong every *@&#^ step of the way. (bastard) Remember the days when we used to say that all men were bastards? Remember that? (Sigh…good times.) I sure do. We would laugh about it at work or at happy hour, or when we were chatting at various sporting events. For the MOST part, I think we all kind of believed it. Well, I certainly did- but that’s another story.
I've kissed a few handsome frogs since then, and it's been quite an adventure.
And then I met him; and didn’t he just have to prove me wrong.
Just to get you up to speed, these are a few things that Mr. Darcy has the NERVE to be doing:
1. He opens the doors. STILL. ALL THE DOORS. I’ve paid close attention to everyone and anyone I can see in every parking lot or store I go to – and not many people do that. He does.
2. He won’t raise his voice. Oh sure, he yells at the television when the referees are clearly blind, or when Sassy’s team is playing a rousing game, or when his son is playing a basketball game- but other than that, I don’t think he’s ever raised his voice; at least not to me. (Frankly, I feel like the wicked witch of the west... I need Yelling Rehab.)
3. He tells me how incredibly beautiful and sexy I am even when I’ve CLEARLY gained weight after breaking my hip, and feel like a bloated, beached whale that is waiting for an army to push her back out to sea. I feel disgusting, and he sees someone entirely different. How can that be? HOW?
4. He always has the right thing to say when I call crying after The Golden Boy and I have had yet another painful interaction. He reminds me about what a boy that age is feeling, and helps me glue my heart back together. He guides me gently back to the high road, grabs my hand and walks with me.
5. He adores both Bitchy and Sassy, even after they’ve shown their true colors. He loves their spunk, their sass, their honesty, their faults and their gifts. He appreciates how different they are, and enjoys every minute of their company. (Cheezus, I’m afraid he likes them more than I do…)
6. He works 24/7. Yeah. He has a J-O-B. A real one! But here’s the downside. You know how someone who shall not be named might not have worked for a long, long time? Well, I lucked into the opposite. Mr. Darcy, the “boss” (so to speak) at his place of employment, works almost 7 days a week. He has an amazing work ethic. While this is to be commended, it has made it challenging for us to get together as often as we would like.
I know I’ve said that when I met someone special he had to have TWO important qualities: a pulse and a JOB. I just didn’t want the job to be a 1,000/hour a week gig.
See? Be CAREFUL what you wish for, cause sometimes, sometimes you get it.
(P.S. You just have to be able to give that prince a chance to show his true colors. And when he does, it’s blinding; beautiful, lovely and blinding.)
(I hesitate to share TOO much about my lovely relationship with the incredible Mr. Darcy, for a variety of reasons. First and foremost, I respect his privacy and wouldn’t want to compromise that in any way shape or form. Secondly, I am PRETTY sure that my children and perhaps even his are well aware of this blog. Some things should remain a magical, lovely secret – most especially from THEM. p.s.s.)
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