Head Over Heels

I've had some questions. A few hints. That maybe some of you are wondering what I've been up to. The short answer is that things have reached a point with Mr. P that well, blogging would be kissing and telling and laying bare a friendship that has turned into something a little more and since he doesn't know about this blog it's really not fair to do that. It might be slightly tacky, anyway, to talk about our Halloween sleepover.

But I can tell you that things are going well. Really well. That I am having incredible fun. That he makes me feel so good and sexy and funny and wanted. That the days I'm going to see him are the longest and the time we spend together goes too quickly. I am head over heels schmoopsy and I love it. He's adorable and sexy and smart and tests nearly every preconception I have about relationships and what I think I want and who I think I would want to be with. He's whip smart. Whip smart. That's high on my list. And funny. And such a shit. An instigator. He's benignly offensive (is that possible?) at the best possible moments. And corny (last night he told me that geologists make the bed rock). He dances. The man dances. He opens car doors. He tells me I look nice. And he likes to do things. To do things. Last night we went out to eat and then over to the Tractor and saw two bluegrass bands and it was the most fun I've had in awhile. And today we went sailing. I left work early and we went sailing with some of his friends. Sailing. I love to do things. Anything. Ohmigod I can't tell you how much fun this has been. I'm in so much trouble.

On Mr. P's end. His father passed away while he was in Chicago. He had been sick for almost two years. It was terribly sad but also a bit of a relief to know he wouldn't suffer any longer. The same week he passed away Mr. P found out he'd passed the bar. And yesterday he went to what he thought was an informational meeting with a firm downtown that turned into an interview. He received an informal offer and will hopefully know by the end of the week what the next six months of his life will look like. I am so excited for him. It's been a shitty year. He deserves all the good that's tumbling his way right now.

And yes, I deserve it, too. A great guy.