Ray made some flippant remark about our old age and where we might be living and I came over all warm and fuzzy and butterflies in the tummy-like.
I love the fact that he takes it for granted that my love is constant and that we will spend the rest of our lives together. I love the squiggly feeling I get at some of the things he says even though I'm 41 and quite possibly should be cynical and twisted about romance after years of crappy relationships and frequent bouts of singledom but I'm not! Whoopee for me.
Too many of the woman I know are in such an unhappy place with their relationships. Obviously drawing on her own experience, one woman at work thought that I wasn't "allowed" to go anywhere by myself any more because we always had lunch together and he often came to meet me from work... what? No, I like being with Ray, he's my friend as well as my partner and we like to do stuff together. Sheesh.