I’ve been seeing a fellow for a bit, and it’s such that he’s met the children and things. Folks around me use the word “serious” when they learn of this. I don’t know whether it’s serious or not, only that I feel cared for and loved as close to fully as I’ve ever felt. And that’s certainly a nice feeling.
One of the ways he cares for me is by being helpful, and he comes by it quite naturally: he helps make and serve dinner, refusing to begin eating until I sit down to join him; he has the sort of handy skills that are transforming my basement and garage to vastly more functional spaces; he plans to paint a room while I’m away for a few days.
“It sounds like this guy really likes you,” my girlfriends have said.
He recently told me that I should anticipate having the greenest grass on the block this season.
For anyone who’s actually seen my block in the summertime, that distinction will be difficult to achieve; the DINKs have it won hands down. I’ve mentioned this double-income, no-kids couple before. They are workhorses, spending hours of work nearly every weekend perfecting their patch of urban landscape. She works tirelessly to plant and keep gardens, while his singular concern is the grass.
He of the DINKs spent years helping her fix up her home. The only way to enjoy a return on his investment, he teased, was to marry her. While he presents a sometimes gruff demeanor to the world, she enjoys a full-on adoration I’ve yet to witness in another couple. He is lavish in his affections, and spends two or three vacation days cooking, cleaning and preparing for her birthday party each summer. She basks in it and is grateful, and I am quite sure he needs no more than that.
So, back to the conversation at the bar the other night, during which my boyfriend claimed my lawn would look like a golf course. I thought of the DINKs down the street, a realization dawned on me, and I smiled.
“What are you smirking about?” he asked.
“You’ve yet to say so, but you love me,” I replied knowingly.
“Why haven’t you said so before?” I asked.
“I didn’t know whether you wanted me to,” he replied.
Our conversation went on for some time after that, and I continued to chuckle about the love equation at which I’d arrived: green grass = love.
“I don’t want you to think the grass is greener somewhere else,” he said before he kissed me goodnight.