He's a private person. Very traditional in a lot of ways. Which isn't something I'm exactly used to, but honestly, I kind of like it. I think that's part of what drew me to him. Because he's not a prude. A lot of people think that; that he's a prude, or I'm some kind of beard, he's just- that's very private and personal. He pays that part of his life...of out life, with a great deal of respect, and I think that's something to admire.
I mean obviously he needs to chill out a little bit about some stuff. I'd like to be more hands on in public, or to be able to over hear the word breast in public without him going all pink.
I think he's sort of stuck actually...with me. He cares, but I think we've reached a point where the relationship is supposed to evolve or dissolve, and neither one of us wants to admit it.
He's too sweet really. Too hard.
But when it's just us, he doesn't worry so much. I want to hold onto that a little longer. Even if I know it's not forever.