Thursday, December 6, 2007

the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach

And by stomach, I mean blow jobs.

This has to be an all time record for me. I went from a man who took five years to finally make me understand that he didn't want a lifetime committment/real relationship to a man who offers a key to the house on our two week anniversary. And I shouldn't even be calling it an anniversary, that's inane. He hasn't even met my people yet. After.Two.Weeks. I should consider this one of those red flags, I know, (and probably will, in retrospect) but I must admit, it is so nice to be with a man who isn't afraid to say what he wants. And wants the same things as I. Mostly. I told my girls, "Don't ever let me go to Vegas with him, because I will come back married." It would not take much persuasion I'm afraid, which is nuts because I never had an allfired desire or need to get married before I met him. I was quite content living my life, being single, dating around....It has been something I wanted, but in the not too distant future.

Is this what They mean when They say that a man isn't ready to committ until he meets the girl he's ready to committ to? Only I'm the guy?

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