He helped me move into my new apartment, which had no power. He asked what my favorite foods were, then had his mother cook those dishes. He dropped them off like it was no big deal. (We weren’t even dating at the time.) I ate in the dark that night, wondering what kind of guy asks his poor mother to go and buy groceries and slave over the stove for some girl she barely knows. She was probably wondering the same.
Postscript: We didn’t last long (he went abroad, and we lost touch), but he’s still the guy to whom I compare all others I date.