I know, I really need to get this blog going and transition out of the old one (I promise, I will, I just want to close out my “home” with a proper send-off…do you blame me?), but I had this post brewing and what better way to “introduce” you to M, than to share some random facts about M, right?
- He has absolutely no concept of time. None. Nada. Zilch. It’s actually pretty funny, because he thinks he does, and then he tries to accomplish 5 different things in the span of an hour and then wonders why he’s an hour behind 😉 Now, my middle name is “prompt” so this has taken some adjusting to. For example, a couple of weeks ago, he called me and said he was “on his way” which was my cue to start making dinner. Fail. Dinner was ready oh, half an hour before he actually got there. But, I rolled with the punches and kept it warm (note to self: when he says he’s ‘on his way,’ tack on another 20 minutes before doing anything).
- He’s lost about 50 lbs. since his divorce. I’ve seen pictures of him “before” and I don’t know that it’s really that much because he never looked that heavy to me (but perhaps he didn’t take many pictures at his heaviest). As a result, he’s diligent with what he eats (yet still allows for some indulgences, which I dig) and loves the gym almost as much as I do.
- He has a love affair with Doritos. Legit. He could eat them for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, hands down. His love for Doritos rivals my obsession with Baked Cheetos. Once the bag is open, the bag is gone. Must. Put. Them. Down. (me, not him. I don’t care how many he eats!).
- He’s generous…almost to a fault. While a very good saver and one that plans ahead for the future and stability (which I also dig!), he’s extremely generous. Almost to a fault. I say this because I can see how he could easily be “used” and taken advantage of. I, for one, am very conscious of it and would never take advantage. If I let him, I’m convinced I’d have a new wardrobe in an instant if I wanted it. But I’d never. Ever. And for me, there’s something so rewarding about being able to buy things for myself, an accomplishment. I love that he surprises me with things (for example, he handed me a Starbucks gift card the other day, out of the blue. When I got my coffee the next day, my eyes bugged out at the balance…he loaded $50 on the card. That’s like, 43 lattes. I told him he’s nuts and he simply said “I just want to make sure you’re caffeinated!” since he knows I love coffee).
- He tends to “take his work home with him” but is fighting against this. In his profession (he’s a nurse practitioner), he sees a lot of bad, of course. And it’s hard to *not* take that home with you. He doesn’t let it completely consume him, though, and it’s never been an issue with me at all, but sometimes, I look at him, and I can tell he’s thinking about something that happened at work that day. Sometimes I ask him about it, and sometimes I don’t. He tells me he tries to keep some of it to himself, and he’ll open up to me eventually (I think he doesn’t want it to affect me, personally).
- He’s hysterical. Like laugh out loud hysterical. A wicked sense of humor and so often, we’re laughing to the point of tears over some silly joke we’ve both built into something even more insanely funny. I love that. So much. Humor adds so much to a person. Life shouldn’t *always* be so serious.
- He wants children. Eventually. And I know he’d be a fantastic father. (no, we aren’t talking children, come on, it’s only been three-ish months!) It makes me warm up to the idea when I think of him in that role. It’s true what they say…it completely depends on the person you’re with, if you want children with them or not (or something like that).
There are probably more, but that’s a glimpse. Into M. The man I love. The man I met *just* three months ago, yet it feels like so much longer, in many, many ways. Hard to believe it was a match.com date, after so many, many failed attempts (for those of you new to this blog – I probably dated or went out with at least 15 guys (and when I say dated, I mean, many, many one-date wonders!) and after two years, it feels amazing to finally – finally – meet someone as special as him.
He makes me swoon. In so many ways.
Truly blessed. (even if he has no concept of time…)