Still Smiling...

So it's official - I have become an over-reacting, crazy lady because of this man.

For the last week, I have been second guessing everything, except for a few days in the middle where everything was good. This week culminated in a Saturday night from the land of Bitch Fest. I was grumpy, which in turn made me think everyone else was grumpy, and the more I told him he was grumpy the grumpier he got, which of course made me even more grumpy. It was like the damn dwarf from Snow White made babies with himself and they were taking over my brain.

By the end of the night we had snipped at each other over every little thing - stupid TV crushes, how much we'd had to drink, whether or not we should have a sleepover, why he (obviously jokingly) told me my face was gross, who should have won the Preds - Wild game, the fact that I wore green heals to the game to support the Wild via my accessories - and I was at my wits end. I made him promise me that we wouldn't go home angry, especially since the sleepover argument ended with us agreeing to go our separate ways. So we kissed goodnight, said everything was fine, and went home.

I woke up this morning knowing that if I didn't do something to apologize for my nastiness last night and all the fight-picking I had done, we were toast. I wasn't ok with us being toast.

So I texted him as I was leaving work to force him to hang out with me for an hour before a work commitment of his this evening. As I told him "I felt too badly about our behavior last night to let it go."

And an hour of hanging out turned into 4 hours of napping, kissing, cuddling, and talking about how none of our crankiness really matters when we're so damn comfortable together that we couldn't possibly imagine it any other way right now.

And then I left him making my family's recipe for cheesy potatoes (3 hours after he was supposed to be at his work thing), looking adorably tousled and sleepy, not to mention wonderfully attractive. And now, instead of writing a paper that's due tomorrow, I'm waiting for him to stop by to say good night.

And I wouldn't change today for anything.

I'm the Worst Blogger Ever... But I'm an Incredibly Happy Blogger

I have good intentions to write. I swear that I do. And since I never write, I know at this point, no one reads anyway. But darn it, I have news. So I'm finally writing.

I have a great excuse for not writing in the last nine days at least. I met someone. And the week before that, I was too busy trying to actually meet him and talk to him that I have a good excuse for not writing then too. And then he gave me his number and asked me to dinner and I've been busy getting to know him and haven't had time to write it all down.

I met someone honest, funny, smart, interesting, and not to be ignored, incredibly sexy. He's amazing. It's silly because we've really only known each other for a few weeks, but so far, so good.

He makes me laugh and smile and makes me feel so darn irresistible and unable-to-resist all at the same time. He makes his fingers dance across the skin at the back of my neck and I get shivers down my spine. When he jumps up to greet me as I enter the room, I cannot help but grin at the dimples that spring to his smile. He's truly interested in me and what's going on inside of my brain and in return, I cannot take my eyes off of him and hang on to every word while he lets me into his world. Even when I say the silly things that come out of my mouth most of the time, his eyes twinkle in a manner that proves he's not amused with how silly I am but rather in awe that I'm gifting him with such silly thoughts.

In a word, I'm smitten.

And the best part about it? He doesn't have to try and I don't have to try and somehow it just works.

Here's hoping that it keeps on working. Because he's only spent the night twice and I'm already cold and lonely in my bed while he's not here.