Random- just like my thought process on most days

Couple of moments while Christmas shopping with Keith this past Tuesday...

Walking up to Home Depot across the slick and snow studded parking lot, I blurt out,

"I have this unshakeable feeling I'm going to wipe out and fall on my face at some point this evening." He laughs and tells me he was just having the exact same thought, and from his laugh, I couldn't help but believe him.

After dinner at Applebee's we get in his truck to head back to my apartment, and I start thinking:

Really... How come he never opens my car door for me? Yeah, we've been together a while now, and I guess some guys are into that kind of crap in the beginning, and then it sort of wears off, right? RIGHT? But there ARE guys who always do that sort of impressive thing, every time, and mean it. But then again, wait a minute... think of all the awesome things he DOES do for me. Am I really THAT girl? I mean, as much as I'm a neurotic basket-case, I'm pretty self sufficient. Do I really give a crap that this guy never opens the car door for me? I guess I don't. I'm capable of opening my own car door. When we're walking out of my place to go somewhere, and I am screwing around trying to lock the door to my apartment, he always waits and holds the door to outside for me, no matter how long I take. He brings me yogurt for tomorrow's breakfast every night he comes over. Scratch and win lottery tickets for us weekly. Makes me dinner as much as I cook for him. Made me a goofy/sweet handwritten book of coupons for Christmas last year (that can be our little secret, ok?)...

And mid stream of consciousness, I hear him from the driver's seat, "I hope you know I'd like to let you in my truck first, but the lock on the passsenger side door doesn't work." Was he reading my mind, or do I wear my heart on my sleeve to such an extent? And the truth is, as soon as he said it, I remembered that that was the case, because I've tried to unlock the passenger door of his truck a bunch of times with his keys, and I know the lock really doesn't work. I always have to go over to the drivers side to get in. Guess I just forgot for minute. I hope he was reading my mind, because I'd hate to think I am so much an open book. And the thing is, while he may get in the truck first because of the broken lock, he doesn't just lean over and pop the lock- he pops the lock and then opens the door from the inside. Bravo!

And let's face it... if he were to start getting in his truck, popping the passenger lock, and then coming back out and around to let me in, that would be a bit too much in my opinion.

What I'm trying to say, in far too many words, is that we may be a pretty sweet match, all things considered. Ups and downs are okay. And I guess whether he read my mind, or my manner, or my body language or facial expression, it's pretty evident he gets me. And at the end of the day, that's what it's all about, no?