Chocolates for a reason

You know you've hit a good man when he steps out to buy himself pop at the convenience store and he comes back unexpectantly with chocolate, more specifically, chocolate of the same type as you just inhaled faster than a Dirt Devil after a dust bunny. See, bf is not worried about gf gaining weight, having a face full of zits, or being post-sugar-rush cranky. He knows she had PMS, and that right now, nothing says luvin' like a three-pack of Lindt. [I kept the blue one for him this time - I best forget it exists, or I have to buy another mini-bundle and eat the red and gold balls to hide my crime]