My Glass is Bottomless, All I Want is More

There’s something to be said about a glass half full. About knowing when to say when. I think it’s a floating line. A barometer of need and desire. It’s entirely up to the individual. And depends on what’s being poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there’s no such thing as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more-Meredith, Grey’s Anatomy

It’s been two weeks since I started dating Match Guy. In some ways I feel like it’s been much longer because of how comfortable it’s become. I can’t seem to get enough of him, and he’s said the same for me. We talk all day at work, and then I can’t wait to see him when I get home. I know that some of these feelings will fade, but I can honestly say I’ve never felt this way about a guy, not even in the “honeymoon” stage. Something is different, and I’m welcoming the change.

He does those little things that really make my day. We went shopping earlier in the week for dinner, and he grabbed this bouquet of flowers and said, “Every girl should have flowers in her apartment.” Aren’t they pretty?

Last night on our way to karaoke, I heard from Birthday Twin. It had been over a week since I’d last spoke with him. I was happy to hear from him, and he apologize for being a crappy friend. He invited me and Match to visit and hang out at a new brew pub hot spot. I’m not sure if we’ll make it out, but it’s nice to know there’s no hard feelings there. Still it would probably be good to see him and see how he reacts to seeing us together. I miss BT’s friendship, and I really hope that we’ll remain in each other’s lives. I think the key will be making sure Match is a part of that friendship too.

I want to apologize to my readers for how insanely mushy my posts have become but I am floating on this cloud. I promise I will come back to reality, but I’m enjoying the feeling. We have already done so much in two weeks:

Nights spent people watching at the downtown market, him cheering me on at karaoke, road trip to a hippy commune for the weekend, swimming in the ocean and chasing each other on the sand, crazy wild sex in a tiny backpacking tent in the middle of the afternoon, yoga at the end of a stressful day, making out instead of watching a movie, candlelit dinners, champagne on the beach, steamy showers, meeting each others friends, laughing, falling asleep in each others arms, walking up with duplicate smiles on our faces, kissing in spite of morning breath, and the way we are both trying so hard to resist each other and failing miserably.