Domesticated Dating

The morning following my Valentine's Day date with Nick he wakes up before me, makes himself at home setting up the coffee and upon opening my eyes, hands me a warm cup.

"Good morning, how did you sleep?" he asks.

"Awful, you kept elbowing me in the head." I say, poking fun at what a restless sleeper he is.

I take the coffee and smile and then place it on my bedside table. He looks confused and asks, "You don't want it?" I don't want to sound ungrateful because I only drink ice coffee, so I say, "Yes, it's great, I just want wake up a little bit more." He can tell I'm fibbing.

We just hang out watching the news snuggled in bed. Something about it feels right. Then one of his client's calls and he has to leave. He assures me that he is going to call Jeff for me to get them over to fix the furnace. I ask if he'll be back later in the day, he promises that he will.

He finds his way back just before dinner and we make another trek to the grocery store. As we are walking in I jest, "Second date and we are already doing grocery shopping together." The funny part about this 30 minute excursion is that we were laughing so hard the entire time that I don't even recall anyone else in the market except the cashier checking us out.

Dinner tonight is chocolate chip pancakes. Normal people would laugh, but this is my childhood favorite. It's comfort food when I am feeling bad, although I am feeling pretty good right now.

After dinner I explain that I have to do some work for about an hour and told him to make himself comfortable in the living room watching the tube. About 30 minutes into working away I can smell the wood stove. I head to the living room to find that he had brought in wood, stacked it by the stove, filled up my garage with two huge stacks of wood, cleaned out the stove and re-stacked the wood outside so that it was under the porch and out of the snow. I was amazed. What guy opts for doing this much work when he could've simply sat on the couch and vegged out?

The thing about Nick I really like is that he has that bad boy appearance, to the beholder he looks like a real tough guy. But yet, his actions and words are the complete opposite. He is entirely affectionate, demonstrative in doing things for me to show he cares and says things that make me feel good.

I think I could get used to this.