What do you love about your SO?

Inspired by this wonderful thread, I wanted to open things up a bit to include those of us who love our male partners. [sub]And ok, I will admit it, I wanted a chance to post about my sweetie. [/sub] :slight_smile:

What I Love About RickQ: An Admittedly Biased (and Probably Incomplete) List of His Particularly Admirable Traits, In No Particular Order

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The man loves to kiss. Honest. And he kisses really, really well.

His sense of humor. I am glad he likes my laugh, as he hears it often.

He knows what is important about me–and what is not.

His patience and understanding with my worries.

His story-telling abilities. [sub]Never you mind what the stories are about.[/sub]

His honesty. I have never trusted anyone the way I know I can trust Rick.

He is brave about talking things out with me, even hard issues when it is tempting to cut the conversation short or avoid the topic.

His romantic heart! happy, contented sigh

The way he feels in my arms–and the way I feel in his.

His gorgeous eyes and the expression in them when he looks at me. [sub]I would mention his amazing, perfect butt here, but it would embarass him, so I won’t. Trust me, though, his butt could compete for England.[/sub]

His willingness to talk on the phone, both with scheduled and illegal calls. Given that we live on separate continents, this is essential. I love the way we are reluctant to say goodbye, even when we have talked for hours.

PDAs!!! (especially the Always Excellent Hug From Behind[sub]TM[/sub] and the Escalator Grope[sub]TM[/sub], not to mention kissing on the tube, at the bus stop, on the street, etc. Throw in holding hands and you get the picture.)

Making love with him. Before we met, because I knew his character, I knew he would be a generous and passionate lover. He is that and more.

His intelligence, especially since he is smart about things I know nothing about. :slight_smile:

His willingness to leave his family and his country to be with me.

His gorgeous Yorkshire accent, especially when he calls me “my best girl.”

He is the best man I have ever known–tremendously caring, unselfish, honest–and it is a miracle to me that he loves me as much as I love him. Rick is the man I have looked for all my life.
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I love you, sweetheart.

Brynda

Ooh! I was hoping that somebody would start this thread! :slight_smile:

[li]How he lets me call him “Jamesina”, “Poo” and “Princess”, even infront of his friends[/li][li]The way he gives me piggy-backs when my feet hurt[/li][li]His beautiful, long eyelashes[/li][li]The way he purrs when he’s happy[/li][li]His thoughtful gifts[/li][li]How he’s always up for cuddling[/li][li]How he’s always up :D[/li][li]The way he insists I don’t look any worse without make-up on[/li][li]His funny, squiggly writing[/li][li]How sometimes, out of left field, he’ll come up with a really cute sentence. An example, if you will, from ICQ.[/li]*
Kayeby lifts eyebrows up so high they go off head
James collects kayeby eyebrows and carefully places them back on kaye’s head
James adjusts for maximum cuteness
James awwwww*

[li]How he talks to his cats like they’re people[/li][li]His wonderful, strong, hugging arms[/li][li]The sappy smile he gets on his face when he looks at me[/li][*]The way he lets me win when we arm-wrestle (Him a centimetre off the ground and me using two arms and a foot)

I love his laugh, I love his smile. I love his sense od humor. I love how my smiles are because of him. I love knowing that when we’re apart, he’s thinking of me as much as I’m thinking of him.
I love that he accepts me for who I am.
I love him.

Rose

Pretty smarmy Brynda :rolleyes:

I don’t have an SO.

But when I did, I liked her because we liked the same things: Flying, motorcycles, The Pogues, Fish’n’chips at Ye Olde King’s Head, airplane movies, forests, deserts, girls… DOH! That last one was a killer. :frowning:

He loves me the way I am.
He makes me smile, and I love his smile.
He’s intelligent.
He’s cute, and so is he’s butt.:smiley:
He likes, as much as I, making love.
The way he says awwww.
He says I don’t need any make-up and I like that.
He’s the most wounderful and special person I’ve met.
He makes me feel special.
He’s sexy, especially naked.:smiley:
He’s honest, I trust him more than I’ve trusted anyone else.
He makes me not to worrie to much.
He’s good to me.
He’s my soulmate and I love him forever.
Jag älskar dej Michael.

Lemme guess…what you like best is that your SO is always close at hand, so to speak?

:rolleyes: yourself, buddy.

:Rick smiles and wipes away a tear:
Thank you, sweetheart.

I love you, Brynda

Rick

I love that I don’t have one.

I love the way she is so mysterious, I never know what she’s thinking.

I can never guess what she’ll be wearing, it is always something to look forward to.

When I see her smile, it can have a hundred meanings, or just one…

Most of all, I love how she is coyly waiting just out of my sight, anticipating that one glorious moment when we meet for the first time.

“So, how you doin’?”

His snuggle junction!

(and a bunch of other stuff, but mostly it’s the snuggle junction, and the way said snuggle junction smells)

Anniz, someone should set your posts to music :slight_smile:

What I love about my fiance? Lots of stuff, of course, but one that comes to mind right away is the way he always hugs me back when I hug him like he was waiting for me to hug him, and the rest of his day was just killing time.

I love about Jon:

His speaking voice.
His singing voice.
How a Southern accent comes out sometimes, just for a moment.
His laugh.
How me can make me laugh loud enough to wake the whole house.
His loyalty.
His honesty.
How he’ll listen to me bitch and moan without complaint, and how sweet and indulgent he is when I’m in a bad mood.
The way he sent me an .mpeg of himself just saying “I love you.”
The way that it takes us forever to say “Goodbye.”
His cute stomach, especially the little bit of “tummy fuzz.”
The way his forehead crinkles when he’s being serious.

In short, everything.
My friends have informed me that I’m a sap, lol.

:confused:

I love:[ul][li]how he giggles when he says I’m getting all “girly”.[/li][li]how he doesn’t mind if we’re taking things a little out of order [sub]he knows what that means.[/sub][/li][li]the beautiful, romantic & sexy “good morning” emails I get from him every day.[/li][li]his sense of humor.[/li][li]his oh so sexy body [sub]especially the naughty bits.[/sub] :D[/li][li]his underwear, which he lets me wear.[/li][li]waking up in his arms and kissing him good morning, even before I open my eyes.[/li][li]falling asleep all entangled in each other and sleeping that way all night long.[/li][li]touching his beautiful face.[/li][li]how he touches mine.[/li][li]how he loves holding hands.[/li][li]how he makes me feel safe and protected and loved.[/li][li]how he takes care of me [sub]like the time I sliced my thumb open and he washed, conditioned and brushed out my hair so I wouldn’t get it wet.[/sub][/li][li]his incredible passion for life.[/li][li]how he makes me laugh.[/li][li]how totally hot he looks in his leathers. YUM![/li][li]his sexy, sexy accent.[/li][li]waking up in the middle of the night, making love and falling right back to sleep - no talking.[/li][li]how he gets so relaxed and comfortable with me that he starts speaking Danish, forgetting that I don’t (yet) understand a single word of it.[/li][li]how thoughtful, considerate and kind he is.[/li][li]the amazing trust he shows in me.[/li][li]how much he loves his job and the pride he takes in his work [sub]and how adorable he is when they get a piece of new equipment and he gets all excited about playing with it.[/sub][/li][li]the compassion he shows the people around him - even strangers on an internet message board.[/li][li]how his eyes sparkle when he smiles.[/li][li]his kisses <sigh>.[/ul]And that’s not even one tenth of the things that I love about him.[/li]
I miss you, my prince. Jeg elsker dig, kæreste.

We need more smarmy every now and then.

Some Reasons I dig Mr. Cranky:

-Makes me laugh every single day
-Puts up with my neuroses
-Accepts that I am the world’s worst housekeeper, an unreformable slob, and an incurable packrat
-Doesn’t steal the covers
-Is a fantastic, involved, loving, dedicated, patient father
-Is creative and artistic
-Looks up words he doesn’t know
-Builds/carves unbelievably beautiful furniture
-Lets Neil Diamond share space in the CD rack along with Led Zeppelin
-Finds me sexy

More smarmy fluff checking in

-He cooks very well, he is my grill-god
-His soft hungry kisses still make me feel like melted butter
-He still gets a hearty chub from said kisses
-Even when he’s upset, he still makes me smile
-His sarcastic humor (4 years ago we went to the zoo and were pointing out a lemur to then 2 year old son. A haughty voice informed us it was “a black-backed African Lemur”, to which hubby said “Thank you, Marlin Perkins.” Still makes me crack up thinking about it)
-The gentle but firm ass kicking he gives me(figuratively)whenever I need it
-He’s still my best friend
-When he borrows my car, he fills the tank up for me, and if the weather’s nice, washes it
-The look he gets in his eye when he’s armed with a flyswatter and a fly’s annoying him. My mighty hunter <swoon>

There’s more but I think I’ll end my list for tonight.
After 10 years, I still think you’re the cat’s pajamas, sweet thang.

He is an amazing and attentive father.

Oooh! A thread that let’s me do one of my favorite things – talk about my sweetheart. :wink: There are an infinite number of things I love about him – I love everything about him – but I’ll just post a short list here.

I love…
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[li] the happy noises he makes when he stretches.[/li][li] the way he jokes with the waitress when we go out to eat.[/li][li] the fact that he always responds to me calling him a tease by asking seductively, “Who’s teasing?”[/li][li] how he protects me.[/li][li] how he takes care of me.[/li][li] listening to him sing.[/li][li] all of his poetry, which is evident in every word, every movement, every sigh.[/li][li] that we have private catchphrases.[/li][li] that he indulges my ridiculous hypothetical questions.[/li][li] his brilliance.[/li][li] his sense of humor and how he can always make me laugh.[/li][li] his perfect, exquisite touch.[/li][li] all of his kisses – the sleepy early morning ones, the gentle ones, the playful ones, the slow ones, the passionate ones.[/li][li] that he always wears my key around his neck.[/li][li] that we tell each other everything.[/li][li] waking up and spending the day and falling asleep in his arms.[/li][li] the way he reads to me.[/li][li] his scent.[/li][li] the taste of his mouth.[/li][li] his infinitely sexy body.[/li][li] his gorgeous, expressive, soulful blue eyes.[/li][li] wearing his favorite T-shirt.[/li][li] his patience and understanding.[/li][li] his endless compassion.[/li][li] his lust for life.[/li][li] his devotion.[/li][li] the fact that he can’t keep surprises from me – not for long, anyway. ;)[/li][li] sitting in the park with him, reading poetry and watching the ducks.[/li][li] his love letters.[/li][li] how impressed he is by the call-waiting trick.[/li][li] that he doesn’t think it strange that I call him even when I know he’s not home just to hear his voice on the answering machine.[/li][li] talking to him every night on the phone while the rest of the house is asleep.[/li][li] that it takes at least twenty minutes to hang up at the end of each conversation.[/li][li] his daydreams.[/li][li] his creativity.[/li][li] his imagination.[/li][li] his affinity of my tummy.[/li][li] the way he makes me feel beautiful.[/li][li] the way he inspires me.[/li][li] his adorable little yawn and the way his teeth chatter when he’s exhausted.[/li][li] snuggling with him.[/li][li] that he loves me unconditionally.[/li][li] that he’s my best friend.[/li][li] that he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.[/li][li] that he’s just the best.[/li][li] that I am his and he is mine until there’s no such thing as forever.[/li][/ul]

[sub]I love you completely, dearest, and I miss you desperately. Only six more days. [/sub]

** Even though we’ve never met f2f yet…**

The way his voice sounds when he knows it’s me on the phone.

The teasing way he says “hey”.

He puts up with all my insecurities and doesn’t run screaming for the hills.

How sometimes he reads my mind-scary but exciting.

The fact we can have a two hour conversation just about music.

His goofy sense of humor.

How incredibly smart he is.

How incredibly sweet he is-his emails have brought tears to my eyes and/or made me smile numerous times.

When we do our goodbye ritual the way he answers “me” in his little boy voice when I ask him if he’s my Stinky Paws and how he immediatley asks “Who’s MY little ferret?”

And when he said I was his number one fantasy girl,that no one else even came close…::sigh::