Those who know C. know I truly landed myself a definition "nice guy." That's all I heard about him during the 1st year: "You're C.'s girlfriend? He's so nice!"
Nice was not something that I was accustomed to. The nicest before C. was the guy who showed up to my family's Christmas Eve party with a half-eaten apple pie and blood shot eyes.
So, I THOUGHT a guy who was 1st described as the N word would never also fall into the category as "hot" or "masculine" or "contains a backbone."
I expected for C. to put on ballet slippers and swoon me with his twinkle toes. I prayed that Barry Manilow wouldn't started signing from C.'s radio. I hoped with all my might he wouldn't comment on the shade of pink of my lip gloss.
He didn't! Not even close.
What did happen is I learned how to be loved by someone who deserved my love in return. And this Christmas, my family is expecting the full pie.