The weekend was boring - more househunting, so no point in even going over that.
However, I've been keeping this underwraps for a sec, but I have a romantic muse. Yes, a coupla other folks crawled out of the woodwork: "what?! you stopped dating?! I was gonna get at you, but _____". However, this guy is, different. Not different in a "yeah, all men are dogs, but this guy isn't because..." kind of way. He's different in a "yo, I have nothing to lose, so I'm just going to be (brutally) honest and completely myself" kind of way.
I don't know where he came from - I'm beginning to think he morphed out of the wall when I declared that I was giving up dating.
I don't want to talk about what he's not (e.g. he's not a loser). He is smart, funny, romantic. He is creative, driven, and focused. He is passionate, strong and family-oriented. He is quasi-nerdy, athletic, and a horn-dog. He is stylish, eloquent and quasi-materialistic. He is socially-conscious, politically incorrect and potty-mouthed. And he is the first person in a while to actually give me butterflies and make me want to do corny stuff like walk in the park, and hold hands.
He makes my breath catch in ways that I can barely control.
And the fact he's 900+ miles away is maddening, particularly in the light of the gems he keeps dropping for me:
The Artist, Refait: I never knew u existed-or I'd waited for u to be the first to make me smile as a man.
I feel foolish falling for someone I've never met. But I'm feeling, which is so, so, so much better than the alternative.
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...or is it? hm....
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