Especially if it is something that you can’t do and he or she finds it ridiculously easy. Also includes but is not limited to extreme displays of romantic affection which go way beyond the pale.
Since I don’t have a SO (yet :D), I’ll leave the first example to the next poster.
Plays guitar. Sounds simple and silly, but I admire his ability.
I’m pretty sure that he is amazed by my needleworking abilities; knitting, sewing, quilting, beading, etc.
Yeah, mine also plays the guitar, which impresses me because I used to play the piano, which seems easy to me, whereas the guitar just doesn’t.
He also has the best work ethic. Until right now he was telecommuting, and it was amazing to watch how hard he worked knowing how much I’d need the external motivation.
She’ll go out of her way to help anyone and everyone she can, regardless of price. Just this past weekend, despite not really being able to afford it, she gave the Shriners a $20 just because the guy was standing at an intersection taking donations.
He remembers everything I want. In March I’ll wistfully talk about something I really want. Come my birthday or maybe some other random time he wants to give me a gift, I’ve got that thing as a gift. Even if I literally don’t mention it in all that time. Even if it’s something he totally doesn’t have any interest in. He’s always looking for things for me. Regularly he asks me “Do you want X Doctor Who thing?” Even though he doesn’t watch.
Last year I was looking for something Rabbit, since I was born in the year of the Rabbit and wanted something to represent, but something nice. Not just a cardboard cutout or something. Couldn’t find it, and come this year, Year of the Dragon, there’s tons of Dragon shit everywhere and his mom sends him (us) a beautiful Dragon statue. Love it, but still wistful about the Rabbit. Come Valentine’s Day, which we normally don’t celebrate, and I get a pendant with the Chinese character for “Rabbit”. I was thrilled. And he’s apologizing to me because it’s not 22K gold!
Mine is very, very patient with me when I get irritated at him or any situation. I can even mouth off to him and he’ll just take it for the grain of salt that it really is when I blow things out of proportion.
Also, he remembers my TV programs and when they’re on, and which channel, so I don’t have to. I work in a different room a lot with another TV, so he can watch his reality shows, but now and then he’ll come, and without a word, turn my TV (which I’m barely watching) to something he knows I’ll like, then he leaves the room again.
The conversation inevitably goes, “Oh, I forgot that was on, thanks!”
Or:
“Hey wait I was actually watching that!”
“But Princess Bride is on.”
“Oh, okay. You can change it.”
My wife can sit down, close her eyes, take a few deep breaths, think about what she wants to do, and start entering assebmler code off the top of her head - and it usually works.
Maybe some other folks here can do that and don’t find it that impressive but it blew me out of my socks.
What a great foil for the ‘other’ thread! This is much more fun to read 
No S.O. right now, so I have nothing more to contribute.
She can take off her bra without even taking off her shirt I’m sure it’s not that hard but it seems like something that if I tried would result in accidental strangulation.
I suffer from chronic depression, and my partner is the opposite. Oh, of course he reacts when something bad happens, but otherwise he’s the most positive-spirited person I’ve ever known. And amazingly, he understands my depression, and never tries to get me to “snap out of it.” More than anything or anyone else, he has the power to life me up when I need it.
Another thing that amazes me: When he’s on the toilet, he has to rest his junk on the front of the seat. Otherwise they hang down into the cold water.
Stuff for my year is never hard to find; I was born in the Year of the Cock. 
I like this typo. I pictured you as a video game character, almost dead after a big battle with the level boss, and suddenly your long-junked partner appears onscreen and your life icons all fill up.
Mine has the most amazing handwriting. He was trained as an architect, and I’m told they all have this kind of handwriting from all the drafting they do but his is so lovely to me, doubly so because of my chickenscratch.
** Now that the industry is getting computerized, I sense this will change. Lord knows my handwriting - never any great shakes to begin with - deteriorated rapidly once I started working F/T in front of a computer.
He’s about a million times better at parenting than I am. I tend to be overly sarcastic with the kids and have very little patience. He has infinite patience and is always up for a game or an extra bedtime story or whatever. Some people are just meant to be dads, and I think he’s one of them.
My SO is the nicest, politest person on the planet without being saccharine or humorless. He can be nice to anyone, even people he *really *doesn’t like. To me it’s an amazing skill, the way he can interact with almost anyone. When I don’t like someone, everyone can tell.
His sense of direction and geography. If he’s gone to a place once, there is a very good chance that he can find his way right back there. He always knows what direction he’s going and where the damned car is. I’m not bad at these things, but he’s a Master.
He says I’m the gentlest person he’s ever met. That stopped me in my tracks when he said it - I have never considered myself a gentle person - just a regular person.
He can make and/or fix ANYTHING. It’s like the “Gods of Howto” have a direct line to his brain.
Mechanical, plumbing, electrical, HVAC, drywall, squeaks in the floor, the clockwork in my Dad’s old mantle clock, it’s absolutely amazing. I asked him once if there was anything he couldn’t fix. He asked, “Have you found anything?” I said “No…” and he gave me a grin and said, “Me neither!” He looks at whatever’s broken, asks, “What’s it supposed to do?,” “Did it make any noise before it quit?,” and “What’s it do now?” He closes his eyes a moment, nods, and starts fixing it. (I think the only reason he asks about the noise is for his own amusement. :dubious:)
A friend has a two-cake suet feeder in the shape of a red-headed woodpecker. I wanted one. He said it had to be a flamingo. (I love yard flamingoes, but I won’t have any of the original design. Mine are 4’ tall or have rotating wings. So cheesy I gotta love it.) A week later he said, “Ok, here it is, but you have to paint it.” It’s in the yard.
I had 2 hummingbird feeders. One (a standard feeder) worked, the other leaked. It was the pretty one. (Beautiful iridescent purplish-blue glass globe.) I mourned that it was the one. He looked at it, and asked if he could make some adjustments. (Yay!) He stuffed a small string of white Christmas lights inside, cut off the plug, and attached it to the little solar panel from a solar light. It’s in the yard.
I could go on, but there’s no need for a list. I’m pretty handy at putting a band-aid on whatever’s broken, I once sewed a friend’s toilet back together… but he could put together the universe with duct tape and some super glue.
I look at things and say “This would be perfect if only it would do this…” He appreciates a challenge.
He is the most patient, kind and understanding listener. In fact, he is so lovely to talk to his boss cries on his shoulder when she has a hard time at work. And he doesn’t even like her.
That, and he is just so intelligent. The speed at which he thinks, at which he can explain vast philosophical concepts or maths or anything amazes me. As a philosopher, sometimes he will say he is going to do some work and I see him sitting, literally, like Rodin’s Thinker. What must be going on then…
<3
She made my kids…that’s pretty spiffy. She’s smarter than me, too. (Except for that last month of pregnancy when the twins were stealing every single calorie. I didn’t LIKE being the smart one in the family.)
I’m so sad for you. Mine has to arrange a block and tackle sort of thing from the ceiling.
This for my wife. We decided she would stay to home with our two boys (3 1/2 & 2 this Sunday) and they are a real handful. Even when I’ve had a bad day at work and have no patience she will invariabley summon some cheer from somewhere and put us all on the right track again.
Plus, she laughs at all my wise-cracks, even though I have the knack of saying them when she’s drinking and has to race for the kitchen sink so the liquid doesn’t come out her nose. 