The fact that he took the time to teach and you made the effort to learn is so wonderful. You both sound like good people.
I wouldn’t say I’m in love with him yet, but the thing I like the most about my SO is that, much like LavenderBlue and her SO, he actually considers what I have to say and will change his behavior if I’m right. It speaks volumes about the level of respect he has for me.
Ha, you’re right, they’re usually into my underwear; one of them has a serious used-underpants fetish, so we have to lock up the laundry.
Now about that elephant in his pajamas . . .
One of a myriad reasons why I love my husband is that he has a kind heart that is sensitive to my needs.
About twenty years ago, I had a terrible telephone conversation with a dear friend. The friend said some very hurtful things to me, and after I hung up the phone I burst into tears and went into a black and reclusive mood. My husband tried to sweettalk me into normalcy, but nothing seemed to help.
My husband had an urgent business call, and had to leave the house for a couple of hours. I went to bed early and fell into a tear-drenched sleep. When my husband returned to the house, he told me that after his business call had been taken care of, he had made a little side trip to the pet store. He’d brought home the sweetest, cutest pet rat. My depression was greatly eased by that twitching pink ratty nose and those tickly little ratfeet walking on my arm. It’s hard to maintain a wretched mood when you’re falling in love with a little animal.
I don’t know exactly how my husband’s mind works. Few men would ever think “My wife is horribly unhappy. Guess I’ll bring her a rat.” But, by golly, a rat was just precisely what I needed, and my wonderful hubby bailed me out of my private hell.
During the 27 years of our marriage, there have been many other high points, but somehow the rat gift stands out as the quintessential incident that explains my love for my husband.
SO likes to travel, as do I. We pore over maps for months before every trip, and plan out every day so we come back exhausted and broke.
She listens attentively when I describe the latest trifling progress on a model car or a figure, and admires them when I’m done.
I thought it was part of the wedding vows, but it came out in a discussion last night on the way home from the theater that it wasn’t in the vows at all, and she’d been doing it voluntarily. How could one resist a woman like that? 
Oh, my God, are you trying to make me cry? 
Because last night he cheerfully sat in bed with me and played ‘guess the population of the European country’ (aided by Wikipedia) for about 30 minutes because I wasn’t tired.
Because he didn’t freak out when we’d just started dating and my cat made her disapproval evident by peeing on him in the middle of the night. Twice.
Because he didn’t freak out again when said cat ended up with a $500 vet bill and a diagnosis of feline diabetes.
Because he’ll eat my random culinary experiments and ask for seconds. Even the bad ones.
Because he understands why the only bagels worth a damn are the ones from St Viateur in Montreal.
Because, even though it’s only been two years, I can’t remember what it was like to fall asleep without him beside me.
She’s beautiful, she’s smart as a whip, she and I share many things in common. And I am incredibly lucky that she has chosen to share her life with me. We’ve been together nearly 15 years now and she makes my little heart go pitty-pat every single day.
He’s comforted by the sound of my snoring.
He gives me foot hugs in bed.
He loves the parts of me best that I like about myself least.
We know together that no matter how things turn out, everything will still be OK if we are side by side.
He loves my little doggie and my little doggie loves him.
He has a dimple on the left side of his smile that I would cross a burning bridge to rest my thumb in.
I can’t help but feel affectionate towards people who name their plant “Planty”.
I haven’t named any of my plants - I feel so negligent. 
Because she both needs me, and supports me. Because she wants to make me happy like no one in my life ever has.
She lets me look after her but she’s smarter than I am.
