That was what I was told by Captain this morning as I was boasting about my boss being gone and being able to wear jeans, not slacks.

I told him "well it is only 14 degrees out this morning, it's not really practical in the winter."

He says, "yeah, but it really turns me on."

"Sorry, babe, but the kind of dress I would have to wear would be totally not sexy."

But here I am, shopping on Kohl's planning out some cute outfits for spring.

So glad I have someone who appreciates my efforts. I was mocked for years in my last relationship and called "vain" for going out of my way to look nice. (The really crudy thing about that is, dressing nice makes me feel good, but it made him insecure so I didn't get to do it.) Now I barely throw on a skirt and my stoic man turns into a big ole cheese ball. Melts me when I can melt him.

It's especially funny when we meet in public and he doesn't see me getting all done up and I can just tell he wants to grab me but doesn't want to make everyone else uncomfortable. Love that feeling. Love my Capt.