I’m a girl, an American-Indian girl, and therefore am not Swedish.
We found affordable ways to say "I love you." He once found me a perfect book of poetry at The Strand that probably cost but meant more than 15 bouquets.
The only problem is he won’t call me his girlfriend.
I’ve tried bringing it up and when I do he almost makes me feel guilty about it and says things like ‘what we have is so special, why do we have to label it?
I was able to save so much while making so little because I did my best to minimize bad choices, like trying to keep up with the New York Joneses, and maximize good fortune, like an inheritance from my grandmother. So did seemingly incidental things, like settling down with someone thrifty.
Love advice seems like a strange start to a story about saving, I know.