this evening grant was relaxing on the bed when he got home from work, and i was at the foot of said bed telling him about my day. (you are so lucky you are not him and therefore don't have to hear my daily diatribes about seriously debbie downer topics).
grant, smart man that he is, has learned to half listen and half play on his phone. win-win (i really don't need feedback, just an audience). today while i ranted he took pictures of me and said i looked pretty. then i forgot what i was ranting about and cozied him. he knows just how to handle me.
it reminded me of dating. i used to test boys right off by being super intense about subjects to see if it scared them away or if they enjoyed the debate. (in truth, it was less of a test and more just who i am). people told me i'd never get married that way, it wasn't feminine or fun. but i am both feminine and fun- i just need someone who can handle my mouth, too. (i love the movie ever after so much). those people were right, though, that a lot of boys didn't like it. screw 'em, i said.
then, one day i met grant. he was immediately subjected to my ridiculously verbose views about something or other. he relaxed on my couch with his hands behind his head and said with a cool smile, "calm down". i was smitten. he wasn't intimidated and he didn't care. of course he could shut my mouth and school me when he wanted to, but mostly he just liked to make me laugh. and i fell hard in love.