Detour to Acceptance :)

Sigh...

The above sentiment is probably ALL this blog should be filled up with since this teacup ride began and I've come to terms with first, my friend becoming a potential SEX GOD (LOLLOLLOLLOL--he'd just love hearing that) and then the smack down-face off in the Barnes and Noble parking lot, to the whining about how bad this transition from friendship to whatever was going to be and then, the final--FINE, just fine--maybe you have a point, honey :)

Then came the stupid, girlie, twirling your hair, smiling as though you've just figured out the Colonel Sanders secret recipe for fried chicken, sighing when you know it's him on the phone GARBAGE. LOLLOLLOLLOL

Hell's bells. This is SO not me. Not at all. Not even in 19 years of marriage.

So, now we've hung out a bit--on these different terms. The terms that say he can now slap one on me whenever he likes (I'm still saying , who knew? LOL), snuggle with me on the couch and watch a movie, massage my neck (damn that beats my microwaved neck worm with the herbal scent) and I gotta say, it ain't half bad, ya know? I'm adjusting. My toes are knee deep. I like him, okay? He's just as funny being a suck face/hand holding/ neck massaging/snuggler as he was when I gave him a quick hug in friendship. He's definitely taken on a whole new caliber in terms of my long underused, fun stuff :) He still likes me more. LOLLOL

Honest to GOD, I had no clue he had it in him. Not to do that to me, anyway. I mean, I always thought he was cute. I always thought he was the funniest person I've ever met. I always thought he was a really great person. I just never thought he could stir up all this other STUFF like Emeril in the kitchen of relationships. He's the same guy with added dimensions in cookware.

So he has the handle to the spoon in the pot of my emotions and his grip is firmly in place. I feel like I just went through a twelve step girlie program and now have the courage to admit--I'm ALL about the girlie junk.

I will say, this acceptance thing had it's death defying moments. I'll also say, he's about as easy to shake as a bad hair day. It sorta hangs around and just exists whether you want it to or not. your hair isn't going to do what you want it to do, no matter how much product you use. It's just going to hang there. I'll give him that. He hung tough. Most of the men--no, ALL of the men I've dated thus far, didn't have the energy, prowress, BRAINS to keep up with this girl. I'm a whole lot of mental incapacitation :) Add in my need to verbally spar with someone and I make for oodles of maintenance.

Probably, because he's much like me--he knew how to just let it be long enough to laugh and mock me for running in circles. Again, much the way I would have. It doesn't always suck to be involved with the person who has the same brain as you. It has it's benefits. Many of which I can't quite get my head around, but I've decided to just let happen--because again, like me--he's a force to be reckoned with.

So I'm sorta standing in one spot now. I've slowed to a crawl. Bumper to bumper traffic. I'm good.

I'm into the acceptance thing. I'm comfortable. Way comfortable.

That's ALL I'll own up to. LOLLOL

Dakota :)