A guy who pulls your son out of bed at 11:00 p.m. to pick you up because you've been drinking for three hours with one of your best friends, who happens to be a guy. A guy who understands when you say, "I'm terrified of Carmel police and there are, like, 7 of them out." A guy who drives to the parking lot where you're waiting, where you've turned off your car and put your keys in your purse and are shivering because it's 24 degrees outside. A guy who greets you warmly (though he's undoubtedly miffed) when you climb into his car, and says, "Mommy's car broke down, so we're here to get her." A guy who says, "I know you would," when you tell him you'd do the same for him.
A guy who smiles and chuckles when you say, "God, you're a good guy."
That's the kind of guy you try to find, as long as it takes.
