But I still think that Mark is too good to be true. ALLEGEDLY, he is affectionate, sweet, chivalrous, strong, funny, intelligent, mature, responsible, generous, and attentive-but-not-smothering. He can’t possibly be as good as he seems.

Really, what is WRONG with him???? Where are the flaws? Where are the odd personality quirks, the maddening tendencies, the deal-breakers? Why isn’t he already taken? Is he all talk? Is he just saying all the right things so he can keep getting what he wants for now? Is he just biding his time until the day when he will suddenly lose interest and move on without a backward glance? I hate not knowing, because not knowing means I can’t decide how much to trust him. I hate not having all the necessary information upfront. At the same time, I can’t stop wanting to see him. And I can’t stop liking the way we both break into broad grins when we see each other, and all the other pleasant things about being with him.

Rather than leave schmance the World’s Longest Comment, I thought I would write about this here. The above is stolen from her entry for today.

I have stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop with curt. That scares the crap out of me if I think about it too much. It’s been seven months. Is it possible to fake being all of those things (affectionate, sweet, chivalrous, strong, funny, intelligent, mature, responsible, generous and attentive-but-not-smothering) for that long? I will admit he has some flaws. He snores when he sleeps on his back. He doesn’t eat red meat. If I call and he’s doing something else, he will continue doing this and just sort of not listening to me because he says he likes to hear me talk, even though it drives me insane when he does it. He really is a big dork, and he loves things like computer games and the Simpsons and Lord of the Rings. He never wants to go to sleep, and then he never wants to get up in the morning and snoozes endlessly through his alarm.

I think the only one of those things that really bothers me is the phone thing. And the other stuff is really minor compared with the fact that he truly is affectionate, sweet, chivalrous, strong, funny, intelligent, mature, responsible, generous and attentive-but-not-smothering. And apparently wildly in love with me. Wow. How did that happen?

I’m not sure what the point of this exercise is, except to admit that I finally let myself trust someone again, and it doesn’t appear to be a mistake. That he makes me so very, incredibly happy I can hardly believe it. That I have never in my life dated someone who understood not just what I was saying but where I was coming from when I said it – someone who understands me, not just the words that fall from my mouth or my fingers. I am really, unbelievably lucky to have him in my life.

And the hugely long note I wanted to leave for schmance maybe isn’t so long after all. That maybe there isn’t another shoe hanging above your head always, you know? Not that caution should be thrown to the wind and whatnot, but at the same time, maybe there are some people that really are that good. And maybe one of them is male and living in Chicago. And maybe one of them is living in Omaha. You never know, right?

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I got some spam today from “abel salmon”. Whoever that is, I think that name is fabulous and I want it.