Maturity & Compliments

How can it go from compliments to being yelled at in the middle of the night and still be OK? I'll tell you-It's because The Musician is pretty much the most mature guy I've dated. Ever.

We had a bit of an "issue" the other night, and that was the first time I realized the level of maturity we're working with, and I was really impressed. The exact details of the incident are a little fuzzy to me, but the gist of it is that he felt I was being pushy (which apparently-According to close friends-I can be sometimes) and brought it to my attention. I realized he was being quiet at first, and asked him what was up. After a few moments of silence as he prepared himself to speak without anger, he took a breath and started with "I'm bringing this up because I'm over it now, and I want you to know how I feel." He calmly explained the situation to me, and then quickly added "It should really say something that I'm willing to tell you this. It's because I care enough about you, I want to keep you in my life and make you aware of the things that bother me so we can move past them."

I took a deep breath (tried not to be emotional and start crying-which I usually do when I'm frustrated) and waited to speak as well. I asked for clarification and thanked him for being open with me, and that was that. None of my other relationships have ever been so quick and efficient in working out complications that arise!

Anyways, yesterday he said the sweetest thing to me. He told me that my beauty outshines the negativity around us, which was pretty much the best compliment I've ever received. Especially, when I know he's really frustrated with a certain negative aspect at work and it's a huge compliment that I'm more beautiful than it is annoying. This simple statement had me grinning all day.

Then I spent the night with him, and we had one of those bad nights of sleep. You know the ones I'm talking about right? The kind where you're not used to sleeping with a person, so you toss and turn and you're caught in this limbo between rolling over to sleep alone and cuddling all night? Yeah, that's the one. He actually yelled at me in the middle of the night (granted, he was half asleep and so was I) because I kept uncovering him on accident and he was freezing. This morning I apologized and in his I-didn't-get-enough-sleep-so-I'm-cranky mood this morning he responded with "You were so annoying all night! I kept trying to roll away from you!". I promptly apologized again and buried my face in the pillow because I felt so bad! The Musician promptly hugged me and let me know it was alright.

His solution? "We just need to sleep together more often, so we get used to it."

Isn't he cute?