I haven’t updated in awhile. Have you missed me?  I’m still around, I have no clue what to write about to be honest.  So the Olympics. . .

Yeah, holy swimming gods! That Phelps is hot.  Makes my knees quiver.  I mean i’m all for a guy that can stuff his mouth with a pound of pasta. MINE MINE MINE!  My sister told me I didn’t even know who he was, ugh.  .sssccuse me woman! He’s been on my who I’d like to meet list on myspace for about a year and half, thankyouverymuch. Along with the Persian Depressed Tow Truck Man (if you are blue. . if you are sad…allllwaaaayssss).  I mean who isn’t dying to meet him, right?

But I have to be quite honest, I’m not really into the Olympics right now.  I’ve been busy dating. Heh.

I met someone.  =)  yes in that way.  Maybe I’ll let you know all the juicy details soon, who knows.  I may have to charge for that kind of info.  Yup, it’s good enough to pay for.  But in all honesty, I’m not one for keeping this type of joy all to myself.  I like to pass the glee. *lifts wand, does the cabbage patch, twirls, passes da glee*

We’ve known about each other for over a year but we never really “knew” each other.  Things changed about a month ago (July 10th to be exact), that’s when we exchanged IMs.  I was dying for him to ask me for my freakin’ IM and he never did, so i just went on and did it myself.  “Yo! Here’s my IM, hit me up!” MEN! I’m not patient. He apparently is VERY patient.  I’ll admit, I remember seeing something he posted online in May and sharing the link with a friend.  I told her, “I don’t know how the heck this is going to happen, but I’m going to meet this guy.”  So when he finally asked me out on a date, I called her the next day and she said, “OH EM GEE! Say you want me to win a million dollars.” LOL.

Unfortunately, i doubt that’s quite how it works.

I have never met anyone like this guy. Unicorn.  He’s intelligent, has a heart of gold, makes me laugh (that kind of laughter that comes from deep down inside), he’s successful, he’s sweet, interesting, just overall incredible and amazing.  Our first date was 8/8/8.  Very cool.  We have overdone the whole “eight” thing. It’s kind of awesome! We’re nerds like that.  We use it in every way we can. I kid to my friends that I’m not on cloud 9, I’m on cloud 8.  It’s closer to the ground, more real, yet high enough to be close to cloud 9.

On our first date, he gave me ice cream.  Not just any ice cream, he MADE me ice cream.  We had a long drawn out discussion about ice cream.  Hey, do not JUDGE ME! I love me some ice cream.  I can eat ice cream all day long forever and ever. . .so I mentioned what I liked and he actually made me some.  Yes from scratch.  He had it in his truck, on dry ice, and gave it to me before I left home.  He named it after me, cadberry crunch. It had cherries (the natural kind), almonds, and slices of dark chocolate.  AMAZING! Apparently he still has a tub of it so I can request more whenever I want. I mean who can ever top that?

“Oh yeah, wow, nice flowers…but it’s not HOME MADE ICE CREAM, now is it?”

“Oh wow, president you don’t say.  Hmm, interesting. . .but what I’d really like is a nice spoonful of mouth watering cadberry crunch.”

I mean come on, that’s pretty freakin’ spectacular!

Oh did I mention he’s a nerd?  A geek.  <geek>  I heart geeks.  But he’s not overly geeky.  I don’t have to join a guild to actually converse with him.  He doesn’t write erotica pokemon fiction either (”I choose YOU pickachu!!”) Score!

See, the thing is, I’ve never experienced anything like this before and it feels surreal.  We’ve talked a lot and I was pretty much open and asked so many questions.  You guys have read my entry on the guys I’ve dated.  I kind of have reached a point in my life where I don’t know to the “T” what I want, but I do know what I don’t want.  You know, like during Christmas when they ask you what do you want and you never know what exactly you want, but you know for a fact what you DON’T want.  At least that’s how I roll, but I’m cool like that. Or kind of like at lunch time when someone says, “Hey what do you want for lunch?” And you say, “Whatever.” But you don’t mean whatever, because they’ll suggest, “How about some Jack in the Crack.” And you realize you really didn’t mean whatever.  Or like when . .okay maybe you catch my drift by now. Or do you need another example?  Let me know. . are we good? Huh? Yeah?  Cool-cool.

He told me that something that attracted him to me was my entry about my career change that i wrote over a year ago.

I remember writing/living that and when he mentioned that I thought, “Wow, I did that for myself. How many times have I done something to impress a guy and it wont even make him lift an eyebrow, and here he comes along impressed by who I am naturally.”  *glee*

I’m living a very amazing, movie magic happy part of my life right now. . .it’s everything I never knew I always wanted (kudos if you know where that line is from). . .

wow, so it does happen. . .