There are lots of good things, really. One of the good things is that I know I can call him and he will call me back. Always. No matter what the situation. If he has phone access, regardless of how little time, or how much coverage, he will call me back the moment he can.
This probably doesn’t mean much if you aren’t female. But if you are, you know the whole ‘will he call/he won’t call/he was just in it for casual sex/but maybe he truly respected my unpink parts as well/I am modern woman and self-assured enough to call him first/he knew I liked him/ why doesn’t he call?’ scenario.
He called first. He liked me enough to call again. He liked me enough to appreciate that I was so much more than my pink bits. He called the next day after an amazing first date, to organize the second. He called to speed up the second date because he couldn’t wait to see me again.
He calls every day at around six thirty to check our plans for the night (usually no more than cuddling on the couch in front of old dvds).
He sometimes calls through the day, just to speak to me. Otherwise, he will at least text me once during the day, just to let me know that he is thinking of me.
I never have to go through that awful waiting by the phone dance.
Of all things, this is probably ranking up there in the attitudes I most want from somebody in my life.
There is more. There is a lot more.
But, guess what? So tired.