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I Have My Reasons...

Usually when people say, "I have my reasons," they're usually things they don't want to reveal. I've said that many times to many people. Today, though, I want to reveal a few of the reasons why I think New Boo is the bee's knees.

1. He's nice to me. I know that sounds like a given, but The One showed me that it's not always a given that the person you love will be nice to you. He definitely wasn't. But this guy is so sweet to me that he carries my bag when he could just insist that I do it. He also keeps me safe on the streets and he lets me be exactly who I am when we're together. I swear I love that.

2. He takes me nice places. Let me clarify something here. We're dating, but on a budget. Yet, we've seen some of the nicest places in the city. We actually act like tourists the way we explore. Today's trek took us to downtown Brooklyn. I think he got just as much of a kick out of looking at the great old apartments and architecture as I did -- even though he's a native New Yorker.

3. He appreciates me. There's nothing sweeter than finishing a date and getting a "Thank you" text from him. He said to me, "Thanks for walking with me. I know it ain't much, but spending time with you is always fun." It ain't much? Man, it's EVERYTHING to me that we can enjoy each other like that. I've been with people who've taken me out to restaurants every night and we didn't have the kind of good, wholesome fun I share with New Boo. I want him to know that.

4. He likes me. I know I'm not an easy one to take. I can be so many things -- and not all of them great. But he likes who I am. He lets me know that the fact that I'm not like other women he's known is a plus to him. And I get the impression that he thinks I'm pretty, too. (Yes, my inner vain girl loves that mess.)

5. He's shown me his heart. I don't know if he intended to do it, but he's let me see how much I mean to him. And not necessarily in grand gestures, but small ones that make my heart smile. If I never spend another minute with him, I can truly say that the times we've been together have let me know that the kind of love I want -- silly, irreverent, and flexible -- is possible. For that, I'll be forever grateful.

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JB said…
Those are good reasons. I hope you don't mind unsolicited advice from an old happily married woman. My favorite moments with my husband are really ordinary, whistling in the kitchen while we load the dishwasher, walking through dappled sunlight with our dog and our boy, and even laughing as we try out a new vacuum cleaner at Target.

I hope this man feels like a balm after all the brooding men have left their scars. I have never regretted finally falling for a good guy. Enjoy yourself.

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