True Love
Last month, on a Saturday when I was particularly bored, Mike called out from the other room, "I may live to regret this, but come and take a look at this."
He was looking the cityguide page on AOL and the editor's pick for that Saturday was Smuckers' Stars on Ice. I was stunned. Mike can't stand ice skating. Whenever he finds me watching it in the living room, he turns tail pretty quickly and escapes.
But out of a pure desire to make me happy, he manfully offered to go to this Ice Skating show with me. And he didn't even complain at all while we were watching it, telling me afterwards that he liked the ensemble skating the best. (Mike is very tactful. He knows it would annoy me if he told me he hated it, so he subtly talks about the part he dislikes least.)
Mike, I know you'll never offer again to go to a skating show with me, but you're the best for giving it a shot once.