eyelashes

In the months before I met Mr G I dated two Steves and a Stockbroker. The stockbroker was crazy about me, and I didn’t mind him. He was fun to go places with. Places like dinner and nightclubs. He was a recovering alcoholic so he could always drive. I didn’t dislike him, but there was no chemistry on my end.

Until he started being adorable. He batted his eyelashes when he’d say something funny or controversial. Like a girl. Not like a woman, like a girl child.

I was thinking about the Stockbroker today and how grateful I am that he primed me to marry a 501 and crumply tee wearing man who recognizes that salad is girl food and has passed that on to his son.