Fair enough.
Andria wants to know about the fella, and I've hinted at the existence of said fella a couple of times, and I have trained you to know that if asked (and often when not asked) I am happy to share all the details of my life...
Okay. So Fella (does Fella need a name? Nah, let's just go with "Fella") and I met just before Christmas. He is (very) tall, and sweet, and thinks I am the cat's freakin' pajamas.
He lives in a neighborhood I like, he has a good job, he's smart, he's appropriately gentlemanly, he loves his momma, he grew up with sisters and therefore understands women better than some, he's polite, he's funny, he's got great hair, he actually listens when I talk. I mentioned a restaurant I'd always wanted to go to and doggone it if he didn't surprise me with reservations. I mentioned getting together to watch the Tigers on TV and he got tickets- courtside seats. He wants to spend as much time with me as he possibly can, but understands when I need alone time. He thinks I'm silly for joining Weight Watchers, because I'm perfect the way I am. He goes to church with me. He's eager to meet my friends (and the ones that met him gave the big thumbs up- and they're as wary as I am). He's introducing me to his friends, and I met his parents (whom I actually LIKED, and who liked me) weeks ago.
All of this sounds great, right? Right. I, of course, am waiting. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for him to say something rude or mean or obnoxious. Waiting for him to hurt my feelings, or be shady about where he's been, or ogle another woman right in front me. I've never been so cautious in a relationship before, and I was afraid he would get bored of it and move on, but nope. He's just patient. And he calls regularly, and I don't ever wonder where he is or what he's doing. Because he's always with me, or wants to be. What the heck is up with that?
In all fairness, it's only been two months. Crazy stuff could happen at any time. I've got my eyes peeled, I tell you. He will not sneak up on me with the asshole-ish-ness... I'm not going to miss any red flags. But I'll be darned if they're not all bright green right now...
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Now. I need to see pics of Fella.
I am so happy for you.
He sounds lovely! NAturally, he WILL disappoint you in some way. We all do. We're HUMAN. But it would have to be something majorly horrific to overlook all the good stuff about him, right?
Loving someone means loving everything, not just the easy stuff.
Heard that on a movie last night. I was half-awake. Think it was "Valentine's Day?" It seems to fit right here...
I've been married for 15 years to love at first sight. And he is never disappointed me, or fought with me. Some guys are just like that. And some girls are lucky enough to find them!
I hope the red flags, if they emerge,, are of the very minor variety.
Good for you. Good for you for finding a nice guy, for keeping up your guard, for proceeding with caution, for being happy. I hope things continue to move along well. :)
I am so glad you've found someone to spend time with, who makes you happy :) He sounds wonderful, and I hope that given time, he'll prove to be everything you want and need. Trust, once shattered, is a horrible thing to try to have again. Been there, done that. But there are honest, honorable men out there, who have character and integrity. I hope your new fella is one, it sure sounds like he is :)
P.S. You can tell a lot about a guy in relation to how he treats his mama, you know! And if you liked his parents and vice versa, that's a big thing! :)
I love how your blog was a winter cup of coffee this morning, and this afernoon it is all bloomed out.....we know what you did on your lunch hour! LOL!
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