a week after
today marks a week after mr. wonderful arrived at my house. you would not have recognized me had you seen me 7 days ago. when i fisrt saw him i was so nervous i practically turned to stone. for 2 hours i could barely whisper and i had my arms crossed over my chest like i was freezing but really i just dind't know what else to do with my hands! after dinner with my sister and father, we came back to my house. we were supposed to go swing dancing but the event we were planning on attending ended earlier than expected. so then we pursued plan b: dancing in the living room dressed to the nines to a mix cd he made. it was a fantastic night. i had on a fun black dress and my papagallos fro the 40s and back seamed pantyhose and some new dangly but sublte earings. i looked hot. he changed after dinner into a pin striped suit, a beautiful fedora in pristine shape (unlike my sad little thing that needs to be steamed)a silk tie, two-tone wing-tipped shoes, a tie tack, etc etc etc. he looked fantastic. i was blown away. not only did he look great, but it was all for my living room. i couldn't help but smile. so we danced and talked and had icecream until about 2 am. then we watched a movie and talked till about 5 am. on the couch he really wanted to kiss me and i was so scared when he got close to it that i was actually shaking. instead of pressing it, he just held me. it was perfect. dancing had loosened me up quite a bit, but i was still terrified of trusting someone with my heart again. when i fell alsleep on the couch next to him during the movie, he woke me gently and told me i should go downstairs to sleep and he owuld sleep on the couch. i told him he was our guest and insisted he sleep in the bed, but he was persistent and even carried me all the way downstairs to my room. i laughed the whole way. by saturday we were starting to feel more comfortable with eachother. and by saturday evening, on the drive home from ms. wienberger's show in galveston, it felt like i'd known him my whole life. i've never felt so at peace. sunday was a dream and then he was gone. the week before he came to see me i was so anxious my fingernails were in shreds and my acne the worst it had been in possibly a year or two. the week after he left, i'm so chill and serene and alive i feel 110%. my fingernails now look the best they have since my mom's wedding in may of my junior year, my acne has settled down, and when my computer at work freezes 5 times in a row withinthe span of 30 minutes, i just look at the photobooth of us taped to my monitor, and i am transported to another world. i can't help but glaze over and smile. nothing else matters but the fact that i am so damn happy. it's weird, and a bit scary, but he really is that amazing. bebe says i sound smitten... that might just be the word for it.