This Could Be The One

Oh what a feeling! The flutter in your stomach, the excitement of anticipation.
The high that has you walking on sunshine. Yes people I am in love and I cannot hide it. Perhaps I need my own couch jumping moment here to show my boyish giddiness. Or perhaps I should become just a smug asshole and act like it is no big deal. Hmmmm,
which way should I go? Ahhh fuck it! I like the giddienss. It is so much more enjoyable to laugh aloud, grin for no reason and just be in an overall good mood. Maybe later on I will post a picture of my new love. We’ll see.

No great love story is complete without a little drama and a riveting back story to accompany it. Believe it or not we met in grade school. (queue the group awwwwwwww how cute) We were cool back then, as cool as 10 year olds could be. Recess was our favorite time. Going out and having fun with the other kids. I remember every year we would look forward to field day where we could show off. Hey, hey I’m talking 10 year olds from back then not these 10 year olds, practically porn stars of today. Holding hands back then was yucky. Ewe! Any way, we went our separate ways after grammar school. Throughout the years I would occassionally get word about her. She was doing well and so was I. Every now and then we would run into each other. Exchange pleasantries but never really connected beyond that.

Again, through the grapevine I would hear things about her. You know how the grapevine works. You take things with a grain of salt until you can verify the information. Odd though, that everytime the grapevine would start buzzing we would run into each other. This time was different after exchanging our usual pleasantries we actually made plans to do something. Nothing major just go out and get reacquainted. Well we did and things did not go well at all. It was painful to say the least. We just did not jive. Yet despite that we still stayed in touch. Occasionally going out, never with any expectations. Sometimes I think it was more of pity visit. We could see we were good people we just had different points of view that caused a little friction. Funny how we have this affect on each other. The real kicker is that we could see the conflict, know the outcome but somehow we just could not stay apart. Now as I look back we both wanted the same things. Our approaches were just so different that it made it extremely difficult for us to establish a rhythm, to get in the same book let alone on the same page.

I don’t know. Maybe I am smitten and being a little naive about this. It could work though. Right? What do I have to lose? So far the adjustments we have made have been working. This seems like it could be a relationship for all seasons. I’m so nervous. I so badly want to go the distance with this one. Look at me gushing. Can’t put the cart before the horse. Just have to take it one step at a time. Gotta pace myself.