Okay, you know how I started off my last Lava post with how I’m in trouble? And said that he scored a 98% on my love list?

You don’t know the half.

I feel like I’m in a fairy tale –that I wrote. I feel like I mixed some kind of potion that would make a man into the kind of person I wanted, and forgot about it, and that he found it and drank it. But that he didn’t need to anyway because he was born that way.

I’m not all head over heels in love yet. But I am definitely in trouble. If things kept going like this for another few weeks, I don’t know. I haven’t felt like this before, going in, where it’s going so well that I’m trying to anticipate when the other shoe is going to drop.

You know me though, I believe in the law of attraction, EFT, NLP, etc and I’m not going to manifest disaster into my life. I’m going to keep acting and behaving as if I’m going to get… well… what I’ve been getting!

And I’ve been getting it good. Oh you stop being dirty – I mean the fairy tale… I mean that I have this comfortable excitement with him. I feel like I … fit him and that he fits me. We seem to intuitively get each other. On the one hand, talking to him or seeing him gives me this spark… on the other, I’m SO comfortable with him.

This is so different from anything else I’ve ever felt. And I feel like I’m the most unlikely person he could have picked, as right as it feels. Let me explain that.

Here’s a guy who has seen the world, who goes to New York two weekends a month, has been around all these glamourous, famous folks…. and who does he choose to spend time with? Me.

Let me be clear now – I’m a fantastic person, lol. I’m just saying that given the selection he has, it’s extremely flattering that I’m the preferred choice. I asked him about it yesterday, what it was about me. Apparently I gave him his taste for African women. I can’t even believe he has been thinking of me over the years.

He is a beautiful, sexy, talented man.

Tall, six feet if he’s an inch.

Very deeply chocolate sexy skin. Dreadlocks just touching his shoulders, almost as long as mine were. Lovely eyes. Wonderful smile. Very polite and well mannered. Well spoken and educated.

Extremely creative in my two most favorite ways. Clear and honest in what he says and does. Has a deep love for his fellow man. Generous to a fault, like me, especially when it comes to being a steward of God’s wealth.

Goes to an A.M.E church! Seems like he shares the same thoughts about God that I do. Checks in with me as if we’re already a couple. I feel spoiled already, but he says he’s not spoiling me yet, this is just his personality.

Which makes me think, God, what if he tried to impress me? Because that’s what I’ve come to realize – instead of just meeting someone randomly and hoping he’ll become what you want, why not find someone who already has most of the attributes you want, and then find ways to compromise on the rest?

And so far, he’s all I remember him to be and so much more. What’s funny is that I didn’t find our first relationship particularly memorable. Not that it wasn’t great. It was. It just didn’t have enough time to start to be something. We weren’t together long enough to have been an official couple even, or to fall in love. We had a good time together, a comfortable yet exciting time together.

It’s crazy because everything I liked about him then is the same. And everything I didn’t get the chance to like is unbelievably better than I could hope. This is making me feel like I’m a dream. Money is coming together. It looks like I’m on the cusp of a romance. Mentally, physically, emotionally I’m feeling confident. If the trend of the last three months is any indication by summer time I’ll be in better shape than I was in college.

I always believed my mid-30s was when, after all the suffering, my life would begin to work out, and I’d be blessed tens times more than I was cursed.

And it’s looking that way. I’ll have more about Lava’s sweet hotness another day. Right now?

I’m gonna go bask.