This week has, once again, shown me that we are clearly complimentary opposites. What started out as my impulsive "So what if we..." seems to be ending with decisions based on his rationality and reflectiveness. I don't think we would have ended up here without our yin yang. Crazy ideas lead to thoughtful decisions.
I am thankful for my complimentary opposite.
Without flinching today (okay, maybe he flinched a little and probably threw up a bit in his mouth), he agreed to take me to the Madonna concert. Not just buy me tickets but actually go to the concert with me. Seriously. What non-gay man would agree to that? How lucky can a girl get? Now, if he actually gets tickets, I will need to spend the rest of my life making it up to him... but it will be well worth it; it's fucking Madonna. I don't think he needs two kidneys... so we should be able to afford it.