Pleasant surprises are good. Last Sunday, I had a pleasant surprise. It was raining and I agreed to go on a last second date.
And he listened.
Apparently, in the midst of my ramblings on our last date, he listened to me when I said I like to tour open houses because when I met him at our meet up spot, he took me to see 4 open houses that afternoon. It was rainy and dreary, and I was worried about tracking mud into the homes of people trying to sell them, but inside I was bright, happy and smiling. It was a good time because he listened.