Comfortableness

Is there such a word? It's what I feel with Frank. We had dinner last night, at my suggestion. Yeah, I know, I said I wasn't going to become one of his women, but I was tired of eating a little salad alone. I wanted a steak for dinner and I wanted to enjoy it with someone companionable. He's the ultimate in companionable.

I had a delightful time with him. He's thoughtful, considerate, easy to talk to, nice to look at, and just plain fun. Now why can't he take a chance with his heart?

I know I keep saying "his loss" about all these emotionally unavailable men, but this one feels like my loss.