He does have good. I didn't feel well yesterday and had a backache from falling off my bike. He brought me some Epsom salts to soak in and then went to Costco to get me some egg fritters, which I was hungry for. He lives close by and does very little besides practice for his plays, which is serious business, especially when he is singing. He has very few friends. His family has been very kind to me, but they all live over 3 hours away. I attribute much of his isolation to being a pastor for so long and also caring for his wife a year or so before she passed. I can always find an excuse for his actions. Before we dated much, he told me both his wives were disrespectful after being married for a while—another red flag. Now, I am on my way to join those two. No way. I'll date but won't marry him unless my intuition changes.