I pick Rick....
I love my man. I probably don�t say it enough, show it enough nor could I ever give him enough�but I do love him. These are all the reasons I pick Rick. Oh and he�s hottie too.
yes...I pick Rick because....
He lets me listen to rap music in the truck on the way to anywhere we�re going.
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He put together two bookshelves while sweating profusely so that I could organize my massive collection of books.
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He sides with my son and tells me to go easy on him, which makes me smile in my soul.
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He doesn�t get frustrated with me when I get angst ridden or stressed out, he hugs me instead.
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He lets me put whatever colors in our home that I personally like and or want.
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He knows how to put a computer together inside and out.
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He doesn�t laugh too much at me when I ask for the tenth time �Where does this USB cable go again?�
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He thanks me when I fold his laundry.
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He buys me lots of bling bling things.I have earrings and rings and necklaces�.and�.and�
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He knows how to work the VCR, the DVD player and even how to switch between them.
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He moved all of our belongings with a hand truck and never once lost his patience with me.
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He now closes the microwave door after he heats up his coffee for the tenth time instead of walking away leaving it open like he did when we
met.
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He never leaves the toilet seat up.
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He lets me have the computer desk.:-)
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He lets me keep my antique table even though there�s no room for it.
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He goes to the grocery store with me a lot, and even has gone alone.Either way he always pushes the cart.
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He kisses the back of my neck when he walks up behind me.
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He still holds my hand at the movie theater.
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He always shares the popcorn and doesn�t bitch about how much I paid for it.
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He never tells me I�m chubby nor does he let me call myself a fat ass on a bad day.
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He does not call it �fucking�, he does call it �making love�.Every single time!
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He makes me break away from my �arms length disease� by sometimes making me be the first to make a move.
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He doesn�t tell me �not to buy anymore books!�
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He doesn�t care where the couch goes.
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He knows how to cook the best eggs, biscuits and gravy of anyone I�ve ever met.
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He changed the brakes on my old car after working all day.
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He didn�t yell at me for spending too much money when I bought a new something for every room in our new home.
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He relented and finally doesn�t mind my having an online diary.
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He doesn�t punch my ex-husband even though I�m sure he has enough reasons to want to.
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He played ball with my son on the front porch two days ago.
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He doesn�t give me too hard of a time about my ordering liver and onions in restaurants even though he can�t stand the smell of it.
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He didn�t laugh at me for falling down in the parking until he knew that I was definitely ok first.
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He doesn�t tell me what to wear, how to wear my hair or what kind of panties to wear either.
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He doesn�t bitch much about the fact that I consume the entire closet and his clothes are usually stacked on the floor.
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He understood and forgave me for things�big things�that other�s still cannot understand�but he does�he does.
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He takes showers with me and doesn�t leave me in the back of the shower in the cold.
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He always kisses me goodbye, hello and anytime he comes into a room after a long time away.
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He lets our doggie sleep in the bed curled up between us, and only gets tiffed at her when she put�s her puss in his face.
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He put together a bathroom organizer right after I brought it into the apartment.
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He doesn�t care how many CD�s I own.
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He lets me watch reality TV and only asks for the remote on FOOTBALL Sunday.
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He asks me if I�ve done my homework yet and urges me to stay on top of things school wise.
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He�s financially more responsible than I am.
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He doesn�t ever tell me what to eat, how much to eat, how little to eat, and he never frowns when I order dessert.
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He has tons of patience with my son, my ex, and my aggravations over or
because of both.
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He has never been anything but cordial to my ex when he arrives to pick up my son.
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He trims his moustache when I ask him to.
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He puts up with my stubbly legs when I�m too tired or too lazy to shave �em right away.
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He never takes my pillow. (The one I must have in order to fall asleep.)
He wears whatever I buy for him, he never complains or says he doesn�t like anything I give him.
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He has a very cute butt and lets me talk about as much as I want to anyone that I feel like.
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He knows how to clean a bathroom and a refrigerator.
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He doesn�t complain too much about how little I cook dinner.
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He encourages me to keep memento�s, be they family or otherwise.
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He has a statue of Jesus that looks like its wearing lipstick, it was his great grandfathers.
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He now smokes outside at my request.
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He�s a kid at heart that plays Diablo� �I cannot carry anymore��
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He loves cheese on his cheese and on everything else too.
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He goes to work every single day and never ever goes in late.
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He loves coffee as much as I do and now has an addiction to Mocha�s because of me.
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He watched Fight Club just because I made him.
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He let me put big bright daisies all over the bathroom and didn�t even flinch or bring up the fact that they are pink and purple and orange girly colors.
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He always smells sexy even though he doesn't always wear cologne.
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He always kisses me goodnight.
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He always says �I love you� at the end of every telephone conversation.
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He found a flashlight and he helped me find my way out of a very dark dark place�.the night we met.