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?
There’s an old saying, “What you don’t know can’t hurt you.” But is that really true? Or can the things not said today haunt you tomorrow? Everyone knows the truth can be painful. But it can also set you free. It’s a risk you take whenever you open yourself up to someone. I, for one, think that honesty is worth it. And who knows? You just might be pleasantly surprised.-Marin, Men in Trees
I still can’t believe it’s only been a week since I met Match for the first time. We have spent almost every day together since, and it just keeps getting better. Of course as with everything in real life, there are snags, hiccups, or bubble bursters. On Sunday I ran into my first snag with Match Guy.
Samantha: Well, let’s just say it: you won. Carrie: Was there a contest? Samantha: Oh please! There’s always a contest with an ex. It’s called “who will die miserable.” –Sex and the City
I swear that the exes in our lives have a special kind of radar. They know when we’re happy, and some sort of alarm goes off in their heads, and they turn up, they call, they come back into the picture just when we we started to settle into happiness.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it.Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.-Meredith, Grey’s Anatomy
Last night Match Guy once again managed to take my breath away. It started out with dinner at this beautiful Thai restaurant where we shared appetizers and two main dishes. The whole time we talked and ate I couldn’t get over how comfortable I was. After dinner we went to the beach, and he was all prepared. He had blankets and extra jackets and he even brought a bottle of champagne. We found a little makeshift shelter made out of driftwood and we set up our camp. It felt like something out of a movie, sitting there in with the waves crashing, sipping champagne with this gorgeous man next to me. We traded stories about our past, our friends, our hopes and dreams. The whole time I sat there with this dumb grin on my face, just hoping I wouldn’t wake up from what had to be a dream.
For a kiss to be really good, you want it to mean something. You want it to be with someone you can’t get out of your head, so that when your lips finally touch you feel it everywhere. A kiss so hot and so deep you never want to come up for air. You can’t cheat your first kiss. Trust me, you don’t want to. Cause when you find that right person for a first kiss, it’s everything.-Alex, Grey’s Anatomy
I’ve known for some time now that I had to stop what was going on with Birthday Twin. It wasn’t healthy, it wasn’t enough, and most importantly, I deserve more! Someone who calls me because they’re thinking of me, someone who wants to share their life with me, not just a bed once a week, or sporadically. So I was talking with a girlfriend of mine that I grew up with, who is now living back east and just got her PH.D. She’s amazingly successful and fiercely independent. I call her Miss PHD because she is so driven, even if she didn’t have her doctorate I would call her that. She is always single and seems to never fall all doe-eyed over any man. So you can imagine my surprise when she tells me she’s met someone, and he’s amazing. I said, “Amazing huh? That’s a new adjective for you. So where did you meet this dream guy?” Then she says, well I’m sort of embarrassed, but Match.com. I couldn’t believe it! I’ve thought about signing up, but I always thought it was for 30 somethings, not us mid to early 20s people. I don’t think there is anything wrong with online dating, I just never really thought it would work out for someone like me. Yet here PHD was, and I could hear her smile through the phone. She was gushing, and she never gushes. She was saying how horrible the meat market of bars can be, and how you just have put yourself out there, and say, ok fate, do your thing. I got online and talked to Mama Drama about it. She had suggested awhile back that I should sign up but I always declined. She pointed out that people on Match.com are usually ready for a relationship, and that I really didn’t have anything to lose. She had me convinced so I signed up on Sunday.