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.