That’s When It Happens

Sure, it’s quick to be writing about this.  Many would say way too soon.  “You’re crazy,” they’d say (if I asked their opinion…which I haven’t).  It’s only been weeks.  But you know what?  I don’t care.  Roll your eyes, women scorned and men guarded.  It doesn’t bother me one iota.  I am HAPPY.  I was happy before him.  See previous posts for proof.  In fact, days before he first wrote to me, I told a friend that this whole not-dating thing was fantastic!  No obligations!  Lots of time with friends!  I can cook!  Bake!  Watch Grey’s Anatomy and not feel like I have to apologize! But that’s when it happens, isn’t it?  That’s when your friend tells you he has this great guy you should meet, and the next thing you know you’re reading a get-to-know-you email and setting up a first date.  Exactly then is when it happens.  When we’re least expecting it…

Have I written since October 11?  Nope.  And I’ve missed it so much, but every time I sat down to write a post, all I wanted to write about was him and how he makes me giddy inside, how my feet have hardly touched the ground since our first date, how I anticipate his company all day long.  But it was too soon…or was (is) it?  Well…if not now, then when?  Think of the love songs, the poems, the novels that are born out of this exact place where I am now–unbridled excitement about a new man in my life.  This is exactly when I should write!  It’s fresh, it’s fun, and it’s all I can think about.

This one…he’s special.  He makes me laugh–all the time.  He has introduced me to so much good music. (And you must know what a big deal that is to me!)  He is handsome (and tall!), and he’s smart and fun.  We can talk for hours upon hours.  Oh, don’t get me wrong–he has his flaws.  He won’t eat seafood, or mushrooms, or rice, or spinach, and he puts chipotle hot sauce on almost everything, and he doesn’t really care for chocolate. (Ok…that one I REALLY don’t get.)  And I beat him at bowling.  Also, I am pretty sure he’s a better dresser than I am.  But this is the healthiest I have ever felt in a relationship.  Our affection is wonderfully mutual and for the first time in a long long time (maybe ever), I feel like I am wholly myself with a man.  He has my attention, my time, and my thoughts.  I just had to write about how happy I am…I just had to.

Here is a song by an artist he introduced me to, and it is perfect for this post…

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