Today is Mr. Wonderful’s birthday. Yes, he is a mere four days shy of being exactly two years older than me.
I can think of countless reasons to celebrate him today…his adeptness with power tools, his ability to make spaghetti sauce from scratch, his continuous thoughtfulness, his finger-tantalizing McDreamy-esque hair…
But instead of gushing on about all those things, I want to commend him for being such a good sport. He puts up with a lot from me—teasing, potty humor, requests for more wine and chocolate—and this past Saturday, he proved that his good sportsmanship goes above and beyond that of most people I know.
As part of his birthday present, I took him to the spa for a couple’s massage. He had never been to a spa before, and I was delighted to be sharing his first time with him.
After checking in, we changed into our robes and rubber slippers and were cuddled up on one of the waiting room couches when I said, “I really hope I have a female masseuse. I had a guy once and I didn’t really like it.”
Not two minutes later, our masseuses walked in and introduced themselves: Mark and Michael. Both men. Both gay.
Now, I haven’t done an extensive poll, but the few guys I’ve told this story to seem to get the same scared look on their faces and say something like, “Oh man, I would’ve been outta there.”
But Mr. Wonderful got up and followed Mark, Michael and me out to our massage cabana like a trooper. He and I chuckled as we slipped out of our robes and under the covers on our respective massage tables, but he was a perfect patient after that. Aside from telling me the scalp massage “did nothing” for him, he was completely gracious and appreciative that I had given him this gift for his birthday. Sure, he may have wanted to ask for a hot chick masseuse in place of sweet, lispy Michael, but he didn’t. And I think he didn’t for me. Because that’s the kind of guy he is. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Happy Birthday Sweet Pea!
7 comments:
Ah! What?! Where did you find him? Does he have a single brother (also, why do people always ask about siblings; are siblings automatically similar in their dating personalities?)? That's so great you've found someone like that! You're right, most men freak out about such things. He's a keeper for sure!
Thank you, Sunshine! I've had a great birthday so far.
Thanks for visiting my blog and your nice comment. And a very happy b-day to Mr. Wonderful and you, belatedly, of course...
He is truly a trooper! Mario woulda been so outta there =0)
Happy Birthday Mr. Wonderful! Glad you survived the massage, and I hear you are exfoliating now too! Hope you had a great day!
aww, happy bday to your mr. wonderful!
i want a massage now!
Thanks for all the well wishes to Mr. W. Last night as we were falling asleep he said, "This is one of the best birthdays I've had in a really long time." I'm sure the subtext there was, "because of all the nice comments people wrote on your blog."
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