When I met him, I was not ready to be kind to a man. He was oh, so patient, having NO idea what to do to make me happy. But the day we were driving up north so he could meet my parents for the first time, he did it. He made me love him for the good man that he is.
It was snowing sleet sideways, wet, cold, miserable. I was nervous and edgy about the coming family gathering. We stopped for...?...something I've forgotten, in a parking lot on a long street crowded with strip malls. We had been on a few dates, he had already taken me to several movies, so he knew I loved popcorn. He told me to wait in the car, which annoyed me, because he didn't tell me what he was doing. He disappeared for a while, and I waited, thinking,"why am I even bothering".
Then I saw him, inexplicably dodging through the traffic in that horrible weather, carrying something under his jacket, getting soaked and I could tell, frozen. He made it back to the car, dived into the passenger seat soaking wet, and proudly pulled from his coat a HUGE, steaming hot bag of fresh popped corn, with lots of salt and a little bit of butter, just the way I love it.
I looked at him, looked out the window at the crazy traffic whizzing along the street, knowing that he had just risked life and limb to get me something he thought would, at that moment, make me happy. I looked at that bag of popcorn, then into his eyes, and I felt cared for in a totally new way.
I just knew that this man could be trusted to be real. I was right.
I've never liked diamonds anyway.