Truly, amazing. The most loving, kind, wanting to work on the relationship, "hey let's communicate," cooks for me, takes care of me when I'm healthy and sick, genuine, nurturing and amazing man.

He is gorgeous to boot. Rides a motorcycle. Has respectable tattoos. Dresses like a greaser. Looks dapper in slacks and a button-down. Knows how to wear cowboy boots. Prefers his Converse. Super-athletic. 6pack abs and a tight ass.

He loves me to love me. He makes love to me as often as possible. He kisses me whenever it strikes his fancy, and his fancy is struck quite often.

He has facial hair. He trims it into whatever mood he's in for the month or two. He has no back hair. No hair on his arse. His chest is perfect and his eyes are mesmerizing.

He loves his friends. His friends are loyal and solid people. His family is good and they like me. He's met my friends and my family, and they all adore him. We look sexy together.

This man tries so hard to be in a good relationship with me ... when I get crabby or hormonal or cross ... he just rides with it.

I am lucky, blessed, perfectly on time and utterly delighted with my man. I'm madly in love with him ... and damn, if that don't feel AMAZING!!!