Oh how sweet he is.

How sweet is my boyfriend? How many men do you know who would do this?

I have had some kind of wierd dry skin thing happening on my legs for months now. It itches like hell, and I haven't had enough self control to keep myself from scratching to the point of bleeding. I know it's bad and all but I can't stop! It's awful. The Good Guy makes a point of telling me to stop scratching when he notices. This has been helpful because at the very least he shames me into ceasing and desisting the self mutilation.

Today he had to go to the mall for something. While he was there he went to Bath and Body Works and asked the lady there what she had that would help my "condition". He came home with some exfoliating cream and a moisturizer. He said that the sales lady now knows all about my affliction, but if it doesn't work we should go back and she'd give us a refund or we can try something else.

Just to recap: with no prompting from myself, and without my requesting him to do so, The Good Guy went into a chicky girly store full of creams and scents and sing song sales girls in gingham to find a solution to my discomfort.

See why I call him The Good Guy? He's a keeper.