I am without a doubt dating the worlds most polite, thoughtful man.  Sometimes it’s like he arrived here in a time machine from the days when chivalry were the norm. Where a man wouldn’t think twice about throwing his coat over a puddle so the women wouldn’t get her feet wet.   And I think to myself, “…where did he get this from?” And then a conversation like the one we had tonight takes place:

him:  I hate to bring this up but we’re taking a holiday picture at my moms house this weekend, you have to wear something red, green, or black.

me:  Obviously I’m wearing black (85% of my wardrobe is black)

him: Ok.  Erm… actually, you’d get extra points if you wore red or green.

me:  Is everyone else wearing just red or green?

him:  Well, yeah.  My mom didn’t want to make you uncomfortable so she threw in black for your benefit.

Yes, I think back on this conversation and of course it’s his mother.  Really!?  How sweet can you get?  She’s planning a family holiday card where everyone’s wearing red or green but she makes an exception for me - the jew - to wear black so as not to make me uncomfortable. Also, she chooses black!   Such lovely people they are.

I’m wearing green.