Dinosaurs!

…So, amazing BJ? Can and did. :) Oh yes, I showed my appreciation. I think he felt appreciated.

*ahem*
Anyway.

He took me to see a cheesy dinosaur movie tonight at the dollar movies simply because I suggested it. (Because I love/have loved dinosaurs since I was six. I was seriously obsessed with them as a kid and wanted to be a paleontologist when I grew up. Plus, it was only $1. I mean, come on.)

I messaged him like, "you wanna go see a cheesy dinosaur movie for a dollar? Come get me from work right now, this movie starts in half an hour."
And he was like *radio silence for 10 minutes* "I'm here" (in the office parking lot)

LOL!
o_o
I didn't even say please (which in retrospect I do feel bad about; I was only jokingly being demanding, I never seriously "demand" anything), I was just like, let's fucking go! and he was like, aiiight. Down.

And then I did not have any cash on me, and the dollar theater only takes cash (as you might know from dollar theaters in your town, they are not exactly high-class establishments, and can't be affording to pay merchant processors for no fancy-schmancy credit card machines) So he shelled out for tickets, popcorn and soda.
Total cost of our impromptu "date"? $12.

The worth of feeling loved and important enough that he'd immediately leave his office, come rescue me, and immediately take me out on a silly little date just because I asked him to go?
Priceless.

And yeah the movie was kinda more childish and less "science-y" than I was expecting, but… he still sat through it with me and I… am frankly taken aback that a guy would do this for me, just like that. It's… weird. I felt pretty… worthless around my Ex for the last several years of our marriage. I couldn't ask him to do anything without feeling like I was being a horrible imposition, a total drag. Spend time with me? Take his attention away from his precious couch and computer games? Two hours away from his pack of cigarettes to which he was perpetually chained? Quelle horreur!

But this guy is like, Shit, I can take you to the dollar movie on a random Tuesday night, let's fucking do this, Dinosaurs, fuck yeah!
(You can tell I am one classy bitch, I am sure.)

(I …should probably admit here that, while I am an Ivy League degree holder who could talk wine shop with any snob or sommelier in town, and he could hold his own in that crowd as well, I just avoid those people most of the time and he indulges my idiosyncrasies for some odd reason.)

I love him SO much. I can't even.
I mean, my inner six year old has a huge crush on him for being so awesome about Dinosaurs.
And then, the woman I am now is like… <3_<3 Mr. Man, why U so nice to me?
I'm sure I'm not the hottest girl he's had and as much fun as we have had in bed I'm probably not the best lover he's ever had, though I do try to just be really good to him because he's so good to me… he's surely handsome enough to take his pick of any number of ladies out there.
Why me?
I don't know.
I don't know if it is real (what is reality?), I don't know if it will last, I don't know what goes on in that deep mind and heart of his. But I don't care. It feels real, and it feels like it has staying power, and it feels like he genuinely …gives a shit about me, like he really seems to care…for me- I don't mean like in a cute fluffy way but like… he shows me with his actions. This guy is about action rather than talk. He opens my door. He pulls out my chair. He holds my hand. He spoons me to sleep and lets me warm up my cold toes on him under the covers. He makes me tea when I am sick. He's driven me to work every day for the last 3 months since my car broke down.
He's kind to my mother and my mother likes him. He's … he's the real deal, you know?
So real, it's hard for me to believe it. It's like a dream. I fell asleep in his arms last night- he kissed my shoulder and squeezed me warmly to his chest, not pressing for sex, just being comforting...and I was just laying there like… this doesn't happen in real life, this doesn't happen to real people, what IS this? How did I luck into this? How did he… find me… and… how… do I deserve any of this?

I guess I should just… enjoy it while it lasts. Maybe it will last a lifetime. Maybe we… will get married, and make music and raise a gaggle of adorkable nerdbabies, and travel all over the world with them, and grow old together, and be each other's sweethearts till we're both old and grey and our time on this rock is up. Wouldn't that be something?
But that sort of thing is only for fairy tales, right?