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It is a real joy being in a relationship with a man who is technically challenged. 

His phone is for calling people, and texting.  Occasionally looking for car parts, craigs list, etc....

He has facebook and knows the basics on how to use it.  No messenger even.

No secret relationships taking place online.

No hiding his phone OR having a second phone I don't know about.

No calling or texting ex girlfriends, or sending them pictures, or bitching about the life he has now.  

He is a welder.  He is responsible.  He owns his home, pays his bills, prioritizes his needs and wants, and is VERY good with his hands.  I mean, he works on his own home..........of course. ehem.  



I look at this man, and i can't believe he's mine.  So masculine and yet, such a sweetheart.  So giving, but not with motivation or manipulation.  He thinks i'm the shit.  I think he's restoring my faith in how real men truly are.  Like my father was.  I am proud to be with him.  

I don't need to worry about his loyalty, or his faithfulness.  He has never given me reason to feel less than any other woman, or person.  Just the opposite.  He makes sure I know how he feels and what he thinks and wants.

I'm sure he wants Miyagi to stop shitting on the floor.......working on it.  Even Miyagi loves him.  So much that it makes me a bit jealous actually.  But if he's going to favor anyone over me he has made a good choice.  I get it Miyagi, i feel the same way.  If i had a tail I would probably wag it off.

The evening news gets his attention when he comes home for break at night - we don't get into any deep conversations, we just enjoy being in each others presence for a short time.  I've gotten myself into a little bit of a routine and the night goes by fast - before i know it i'm crawling into bed knowing that when i wake up in the middle of the night he will be there beside me.  

It's a comfort i haven't had, this knowing - this feeling of being secure, trusting and safe.  If he's not there when i wake up I know he's working late.  I don't automatically feel i have to call him to find out where he is.  I just know.  And i go back to sleep without a care in the world.

I don't have to beg him to do things with me, like go to NYC and visit my daughter.  Or go to parties my friends are throwing.  Or the movies, or shopping , or for a walk. He does everything he says he's going to do.  If he says he will do it, I know he's going to.  I don't have to wait for the excuses and the "i was gonna"s.   

He's a man, AND he cleans up after himself.  He likes an orderly home and garage too.  He doesn't disrespect me or my time by leaving shit for me to pick up, clean up or put away.  The man even cooks with me...........or maybe it's me cooking with him.  yes.  He doesn't get offended over discussing what we will eat for dinner.  

I just adore him and I know that it's disgusting for anyone following this blog because I KNOW what it's like to read or see other people who are happy gush about their partners HOWEVER

this is the first time i've ever been ABLE to.  And god damn it, I'm making up for lost gush time.

He may get sick of me someday, or I of him.  But not today!  


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