Robbing the cradle and thrilled.
I am so happy right now.
I'm 10 kinds of stressed over school and income, but I'm keeping up with that as best as a sick person can.
But it doesn't matter, because I found a guy who gets all my twisted humor and can give it right back, has some of the most loyal friends I've ever seen (who actually like me), is smart, is going places, is cuddly, and isn't afraid of a long-term commitment.
I keep picturing where we will be in a year, and five, and I get excited. I could say where we "might" be, but I really think he's the one.
I shot him down a few times before we actually started dating. See, he's 20, and I have this rule about not dating younger guys under 5'10. Plus I was kinda seeing someone else at the time.
But he was persistent, and the more I hung out with him, the better I liked him. But I was still hung up on the age thing, so in August, when he asked me out again, I turned to him and said "I want kids in four years, and marriage. Is that something you REALLY want when you are 24?"
As I said it, I wanted to take them back. Realistically, I won't be ready to have kids in 4 years. It was me being defensive, because I've been burned, because he was younger. Yet a couple of weeks later, he turned to me and said "I don't know where I'll be in four years, or what I want. But I do know I want you in my life."
My heart melted, and with that, we started dating. And things could NOT be any better.
When I was sick, he and his friends made me homemade soup. When he went away this weekend, he left me his dorm keys, in case I wanted a quiet place to go (and he'll be coming back to a clean room with clean dishes, sheets and laundry as a surprise). One night when me, him, and his best friend had a little too much to drink, we set up a tent and a rainbow flag in his other friend's room. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and he makes me feel loved. Hell, we're even going away together, well, together with his friends, to Colbert at the end of the month.
So that is the story of how I am in love with Steve Lamica, and how I found out that dropping the shallow regulations of dating I set forth for myself is, indeed, a great thing. I am convinced this is only the beginning.
I'm 10 kinds of stressed over school and income, but I'm keeping up with that as best as a sick person can.
But it doesn't matter, because I found a guy who gets all my twisted humor and can give it right back, has some of the most loyal friends I've ever seen (who actually like me), is smart, is going places, is cuddly, and isn't afraid of a long-term commitment.
I keep picturing where we will be in a year, and five, and I get excited. I could say where we "might" be, but I really think he's the one.
I shot him down a few times before we actually started dating. See, he's 20, and I have this rule about not dating younger guys under 5'10. Plus I was kinda seeing someone else at the time.
But he was persistent, and the more I hung out with him, the better I liked him. But I was still hung up on the age thing, so in August, when he asked me out again, I turned to him and said "I want kids in four years, and marriage. Is that something you REALLY want when you are 24?"
As I said it, I wanted to take them back. Realistically, I won't be ready to have kids in 4 years. It was me being defensive, because I've been burned, because he was younger. Yet a couple of weeks later, he turned to me and said "I don't know where I'll be in four years, or what I want. But I do know I want you in my life."
My heart melted, and with that, we started dating. And things could NOT be any better.
When I was sick, he and his friends made me homemade soup. When he went away this weekend, he left me his dorm keys, in case I wanted a quiet place to go (and he'll be coming back to a clean room with clean dishes, sheets and laundry as a surprise). One night when me, him, and his best friend had a little too much to drink, we set up a tent and a rainbow flag in his other friend's room. He makes me smile, he makes me laugh, and he makes me feel loved. Hell, we're even going away together, well, together with his friends, to Colbert at the end of the month.
So that is the story of how I am in love with Steve Lamica, and how I found out that dropping the shallow regulations of dating I set forth for myself is, indeed, a great thing. I am convinced this is only the beginning.