My shows are pulling out all the stops for Valentine’s Day.  Flowers, chocolate, divorce, proposals, heartache, sex… you name it.  And I’m still a sucker for Grey’s Anatomy. One of my favorite couples is Dr. Miranda Bailey and Dr. Ben Warren.  I like that he just gets her… she’s neurotic, anal retentive, bossy, and is often bouncing off the walls… but he doesnt’ care. He just gets her.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about the significant other’s in our lives not being able to read out minds, and yet there are moments, when it seems almost as if Roy can read my mind.  He gets me… He knows me.

He knows I love beautiful things (Michael Kors purses, my beautiful butterfly necklace), but he also knows I hesitate to spend that kind of money on myself.  So he does.

Big deal you say. He can afford to buy me nice things.  Sure, but it’s deeper than that.

He knows I like to take care of myself - someone confronts me, something difficult to do, and yet he always knows when to step in.  He always knows when I’ve had enough, when I can’t take it anymore.

Ok, so he rescues me.  I mess up, and he steps in to fix things.  Yes, but it goes beyond that.

I have a temper.  Little things can set me off. I like to vent when something bothers me.  Roy knows when I need to vent, and when I want him to offer something more.

Wow, he listens when his wife talks.  Sometimes he does, not always, but he does when it counts.

I don’t like to try new things, and if I do, I prefer to plan, and research, and get opinions, and visit web sites, and look at forums… Roy is different.  He’s willing to take more chances, and he knows when it’s time for me to.

So, yeah, Roy can’t read my mind… but sometimes… once in awhile… I wonder!