Telecaster

We have a tax refund. After he got hired, D admitted he did, in fact, want another guitar, a Telecaster. As he played in the shop, another man commented to me that I was very patient, his own wife wouldn't tolerate waiting more than two minutes in a guitar store. I always figured this was part of our deal, and I do so love seeing D happy. I stayed with him as he dithered in guitar stores in Colorado Springs as we waited to be sent off to Saudi, Gulf War I.

I'm not sure why he thought we should wait, but he expressed delighted surprize that I said "of course" to his getting the guitar he has wanted - today. I've always wanted to have a guitar for him under the christmas tree, but that's not really practical, since he'd still want to play the actual, particular instrument he chose first. This, "yes, sure, now is good" answer is the only way I can meet that ideal.

He's been playing all afternoon, telling me all about the history of guitars, including the Curt Cobain effect on cheap vs expensive guitars in the '80s. I have a good working knowledge of guitars because of 18 years with him. I have to admit, it really has a good, distinctive sound. He has not stopped thanking me, and expressing his "wow."

I also admit, it's good to still qualify as the "cool girlfriend" after all these years. The guy in the store, who D talked to more later while getting the guitar, made sure to tell him that I was "a keeper" and why. I just figure it says a lot about who D is, but, still, well. I do like to give D lots of reasons to still want me around. I know he'd love me no matter what, but my side is to always earn it, never take it for granted. He does the same for me, much better.