Things I wish my partner would do more often

He says:

“Drag” us to a chick flick
Truth is (sshhhh!), some of them are actually good. "Julie & Julia"? Heartwarming. "Twilight"? Go Team

Jacob! And you’re our only excuse to watch them. But don’t abuse this privilege. We really don’t want to see that "Eat, Pray, Love" movie, and we mean it. Even the most sensitive dude has no interest in watching Julia Roberts bond with elephants.

Be over-the-top girly
Sure, we love it when you down a few pints and watch the game with us. But we also love all your girly habits that we make fun of. Shrieking at mosquitoes, pink flip-flops, medicine cabinets filled with things like kiwi shampoo. We ridicule because it's cute. We like that you're scared of spiders, and we like that you trust us to kill them for you. Oh, and we love the smell of that shampoo.

Pick up the tab
Sheesh, why the stink eye? I’m just being honest. Look, we’re big believers in chivalry, and we usually want to pay. But sometimes, every now and then, it’s nice to be treated.

Take us shopping
In case you’re worried – “Maybe he’ll resent me for trying to dress him” – I’m here to tell you, not a chance. We trust your taste, and we don’t have strong opinions – or any opinions really – on denim. So please, pick out our clothes for us. Just do it quickly. We hate the actual shopping part.

She says:

Tear up during movies
OK, so it typically only occurs at the end of sports-themed flicks like "Rudy" and "Remember the Titans," but nonetheless, it sure is cute to see that deep down, you’re just a big old softie.

Use our products
We can’t help but smile to ourselves every time we realize our coconut body cream or Bioré strips aren’t in the same place we left them. Just stay away from the makeup, OK?

Order dessert
I’ll let you in on a little secret: We may say we don’t want dessert, but we want dessert. So order the tiramisu. You see, there’s this rule: The calories don’t count when you’re eating off his plate. So please, feel free.

Bust a move
We relish those rare occasions when you decide to show off your moves on the dance floor. Even if your Michael Jackson impression is slightly mortifying, it’s nice to see you let loose (ahem, with your clothes on).

I particularly love it when my Boo surprising makes dinner, will it be too much to wish it happened more frequently? Anyway, I think I'll take him shopping soon.
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