Purple hair gloss

I decided to put gloss on my hair tonight, several hours before seeing my guy. It is my second time doing it.

The first time, I got a dark blue. It looked good. This time, I did purple, which happens to be my favourite colour.

I am starting to see more grey in my hair. I don't have a ton of grey, but I see more of it. Gloss seems to do the trick of covering the grey hairs for roughly a month. It gradually washes out when you shampoo. I like the flexibility, as I like my natural hair colour.

I noticed tonight that after rinsing my hair such that the water runs clean, if I needed to do it again, more purple dye would appear. I went to gently wring out my pigtail and I saw a bit of purple, too.

Anyway, it's nice seeing purple highlights in my hair. So far, so good.

My guy is attentive when it comes to my hair. I'll see what he thinks soon.

I am checked in to my hotel. It has been a good day taking everything easy.

Nail polish on toes and fingers

Sometimes, it amazes me how attentive my guy is. He notices details about me that I forget about myself.

The other day, we were walking over to his car. We were going out for lunch. We were walking and talking.

In the car, we were stopped at a red light.

"I like your nail polish. It's a pretty pink," he said, holding my left hand and observing.
"Thanks," I replied. "I found a new nail polish brand at the drugstore for $6."
"Nice," he replied. "The pink is different from the blue on your toenails," he noted.
"Wow, I'm impressed that you noticed," I remarked.
"I notice a lot about you, especially when I miss you," he said sweetly.

I rarely have the same polish colour on my fingernails and toenails. It never works out that way.

I love that he is so observant and attentive.

Hard nipple observations

My guy is observant when it comes to looking at my physical attributes. As an example, he can always tell when I have cut my hair or have trimmed my bangs.

He also notices when my nipples are hard. He doesn't have to touch them. He just looks and knows.

The other day, after we had hugged and we were heading our separate ways, he noticed that my right nipple was hard.

"It only happens when I am with you," I said to him, which made him smile.
"I know," he said, blowing me a kiss as he walked over to his car.

It's nice having an attentive, attractive guy.

Does size truly matter?

The question that I am posing in this post is not what you think!

My guy is roughly two inches taller than I am. It is the first time where I have dated someone who is taller than I am.

While we were in Stockholm, my guy had put on a pair of jeans in our hotel room. It started this conversation:

"Are these your jeans?" he asked me, as he didn't have his glasses on.
"Yes, they are," I confirmed, smiling at him wearing my jeans. "How do they fit on you?"
"They fit nicely," he admitted.
"They are probably roomier in the leg area, but a bit tight crotch-wise?" I teased.

The funny thing is that my guy has teased me since we've been together that I wear too much GAP clothing. Whenever he tries on clothing from this store, it doesn't fit him well. Apparently, my jeans from this store fit him nicely.

We went out for dinner one evening. We went to an Italian restaurant and were seated on the patio. I was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt. As the sun was setting, I was getting a bit cold. My guy took off his corduroy jacket and put it on me. I like his attentiveness.

As I have mentioned in the past, we are kind of like high school sweethearts. It was sweet of him to take care of me that way.

It was nice that I could put his jacket on. It fit! The arm length was perfect.

"Unfortunately, I can't button your jacket all the way up. My breasts are getting in the way."
"That's a good thing," he said with a huge grin.

It's nice that we can fit into each other's clothing. My guy does have larger hands and feet than I do, so we can't wear each other's shoes and gloves. That may be a good thing.

In the past, I always felt like I was the pudgy one in a relationship. My guy is thin in my eyes. It's also nice to finally realize that I am thin for my height. I am proud that I have managed to maintain the weight that I had lost two years ago.

I have a couple of Stockholm posts left to write. I will get to them soon. My guy is in Frankfurt this week. As expected, I miss him terribly. He comes home this weekend. I can't wait to see him again. It has been way too long!