The other day, I was sitting in the commissary parking lot, and I noticed a middle aged man with an older woman (I'm assuming it was his mother) walking to their vehicle. I smiled a warm smile as I noticed the man walk around to her side of the car first, open her door for her, help her in, then close the door behind her. I got a bit jealous for a moment, cause I thought "man, why doesn't my husband do that for me?"
Nicolas isn't a bad guy. Actually, I've always hated it when guys opened doors for me cause I'm not handicapped... I can get it myself. We've got an agenda... we're going somewhere, let's get there! I'll get my own door, just get the car started so we can go hehe. But seeing that guy open the door for his mother made me want that for myself.
WELL... Today, our cousins were in town from Holland. We asked them to watch the girls so we could run over to he fall bazaar to put the final touches on purchasing our new couches. We took his car, which felt SO odd. I mean, I drive it to work every day. But it's an Audi TT, and it's not like we'll ever go anywhere in it as a family. Our two girls would NEVER fit comfortably in the back seat. So when we were driving down the road with him behind the wheel and me in the passenger seat for once, I was oddly turned on at the sight of my hunk in a sports car! I felt like such a little teenager, going out with my boyfriend.
We got to the bazaar, paid for our couches, walked back to the car, and guess what! He opened my door for me. He won't know it til he reads this, but my heart smiled so big as I thought back to the commissary and the envy I had for those people. :) Thanks Nicolas... who knew we could still be this way! And no, I don't expect it EVERY time, but once in a blue moon makes the heart feel good!
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