Four weeks in and things were rolling along at a steady pace with the last real man. Regular text, calls and all weekend dates were happening. The relationship, and our friendship, appeared to be flourishing.
This guy operated to a routine in everyday life, you could just about set your watch by him. His response time to a text message or call was faster than the speed of light. Unless he was flat out at work, rarely did I have to wait any longer than 20 minuets for a reply.
If I didn’t see him on a Friday night, and if we hadn’t planned anything for the weekend, you could guarantee a text or call by 10:30AM Saturday morning to make plans. I’ve never known a man so dedicated or consistent. He never once canceled on me and he made me feel like I was a priority in his life.
One Saturday afternoon he came over after a swim at his local pool. After about 15 minuets he asked me, “Do I smell like chlorine to you?”
I sniffed his arm. “A little bit, but nothing over-powering,” I replied
“Do you mind if I have a shower?”
“Sure, go for it,” I said.
10 minuets later he came bounding out of the bathroom.
“Your water pressure isn’t very good,” he said.
“What do you mean? My water pressure is fine,” I responded.
He walked over to the kitchen sink and opened the taps fully and noted the pressure difference.
“Must be the shower head; I’ll take a look,” he said.
He disappears outside to his work ute and returned with a few tools. After a few moments of clanging and banging the shower head was off, cleaned and put back together. This was actually quite a turn on, this guy was my own personal Mr. Fix it! What a win! What a keeper!
“It’s not great, but it’ll do. I’ll get you a new one,” he said.
Two days later I received a call at work.
“I’m at the hardware store and they have shower heads on special, I was going to get you one. What style do you want?” he asked.
“Umm, I don’t know, what do they have?” I said. All of a sudden the screen of my phone filled up with shower heads.
“I’ve just sent you a photo. Pick the one you want and I’ll put it in on Saturday,” I picked out the one I wanted and said i’d call him after work.
As promised, my new shower head was promptly put in the following Saturday. The last real man was certainly going above and beyond for the new woman in his life.
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