The Perfect Husband

Without meaning to shatter all my single girlfriends' hopes and dreams (and those of all my single gay male friends), I have married the last perfect man in the world.

I have had such a horrible day at work today, resulting in no lunch until around 4pm. I was so overwhelmed by the day that I called Jonathan at 5pm, in tears, asking if he was still at work as I couldn't face going home on the bus on my own. Luckily for me, Jonathan was just finishing up, so he waited for me to get to his office before heading to the bus stop together.

The short walk to the bus stop was filled with me verbally unleashing my frustrations from the day, and Jonathan patiently listening to me and nodding every now and again in sympathy. To get my mind off the horrible day, Jonathan asked what I would like for dinner. What I really wanted was a soft cheese and paté platter, followed by a huge soft serve ice cream cone, but alas, I am not allowed to eat any of it. So Jonathan made little jokes to cheer me up, and telling me that I can't have paté because it was "yucky". That made me giggle.

During the bus ride, I changed my mind a few times about what I wanted for dinner. Sang Choi Bow crossed my mind, as well as Peking Duck, so Jonathan offered to drive to Chatswood to pick these up. Not long after that, I changed my mind again, and Jonathan offered to drive to pick that up too. In the end, we decided to eat our leftovers, but perhaps with an entrée from the noodle shop downstairs.

Having finally settled on that idea, my whim wanted spring rolls as the entrée. But more than anything else, I wanted a McDonalds apple pie. So when we got off the bus, we headed to the McDonalds Express to pick up the apple pie. Only problem was, I really wanted the apple pie as my dessert. Which I happened to mention as we neared McDonalds. The perfect man holding my hand then said, "Why don't I come downstairs and get you the apple pie after dinner?"

All together now: AAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Once home, I changed immediately into my pyjamas, forgetting that I was suppose to head out a couple more times to pick up various papers from my neighbours. The perfect man ran those errands for me, completely voluntarily. He made me laugh, which made me relax from my horrible day. Over dinner, I wanted to watch Wipeout (silly show, but such a good laugh) and he sat through the shenanigans with me.

And you know what the perfect man did after dinner? Went downstairs, and bought me a McDonalds apple pie. Which I just ate. Bless him. I'm such a lucky girl, to have the perfect husband!