Wednesday, April 15, 2009


A new relationship is like an onion. No, seriously. There are layers to be peeled to get to the heart and no matter how hard you try, tears might be involved. Unlike the stinging tears of an onion, though, these are sweet tears. S amazes me. He's tender and funny. He tells me how he feels and my insides flutter.

We're alike in so many ways. He's a little anxious, gets a little stressed, and has some sore spots in his past. We're both trying to figure out what life should look like even as we learn to appreciate ourselves through the eyes of the other. My happiness means something to him - he seeks it, plans for it, and basks in it. In the midst of one of our lengthy phone conversations, I asked him what makes him happy. His answer, simply stated, was me. Me. With my insecurities and strong opinions. Me. That's all he needs to be happy.

I'm not a superhero, but I feel like I might be able to save him. I just hope he knows he's rescued me right back.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I Heart the Internet

Or, how BlinkBlink got her groove back...

I tried the online dating thing years ago. I met guys hoping to cheat on their girlfriends, guys who were cruel, and even one guy who thought French fries were spicy (huh?). I was understandably reluctant to try again, but decided it was worth one more shot. Two weeks later, I've already deleted my profile. There were some really nice guys on the site, and my profile attracted more attention than I expected, but late Sunday night, I permanently disabled my account. When asked why I was leaving, I paused in appreciation before clicking "I've met someone." I have, and no one is more shocked than I am.

I feel like I've regressed to high school. We talk on the phone for hours, I giggle all the time, and our conversations often degenerate into "No, you're cuter!" territory (because I'm such a giving person, I usually let him win). He's affectionate, appreciative, and attentive. I'm protective of him and of the bond emerging between us. I don't usually believe there's such a thing as over-sharing, but I hope y'all don't mind if I keep him to myself right now.

I usually sleep pretty soundly. I don't toss and turn too much; I don't wake up in the middle of the night. Admittedly, I often have strange dreams but rarely do I have nightmares. Sunday night was an exception. I had a dream that shook me so badly I was jolted awake, panting and scared. It was one of those dreams where everyone abandons you and there's nothing you can do to win them back. I described it to him later, finishing the explanation by saying "I was scared no one wanted me." He closed his arms around me, brushed a kiss against the tip of my nose, and replied "I can promise you that's not true." I could have told ten different people about that dream, and not one of them could have given me a more perfect response.