So. Now a darn near Perfect man is in love with me.
He’s tall, he loves the way I’m shaped, loves everything about the way I look *now*, is divorced with an 18 year old daughter, is ten years older than me, has a great job with an oil company, works and lives in Kuwait for the next several years, writes poetry (!!),
… is articulate, intelligent, shares my ancestry, is supposed to come visit me in the next few months, emotionally available, has a mind only slightly dirtier than mine, is courting me(!),
… has written me love letters, deeply spiritual, romantic, loves kids, wants to have kids, likes dancing, drinks socially, verbally affectionate, wants to send me gifts, and so far, treats me like a princess.
I feel like I can’t be in love again this fast but he’s getting me there. It doesn’t hurt that he’s already in love with me (we’ve known each other since November 6th, 2008), and he tells me so, even though I told him I can’t quite return his feelings yet.
I don’t like to flit from relationship to relationship, not my style. At the same time, I don’t like to put false limitations on love or feelings.
If there’s more news after Friday, I’ll share it. But I’m soon to be indisposed, probably for a few days. I have a recovery cycle coming on after tomorrow morning that will probably take me down for two or three days if experience is a good indication.
So until then, I hope you’re grabbing life by its heart, and caressing it into doing your bidding. :)