Saturday, July 25, 2015

Warm fuzzy feelings

  It's been a month since I've been back with the Russian. I'm very happy. It's such a weird feeling. It all started when my friend said he saw him at a store one day. I bombarded him with questions.
  "Did he look good? What did his hair look like? Was  he tan? He gets really tan in the summer?"
  After that, I couldn't stop thinking about him. So, I texted him. The rest is history. We desperately missed each other. Our reasons for splitting weren't really valid. I felt we didn't see each other enough. Now, I'm quite fine with it. I like my time to myself. I felt we didn't have much in common, but I find it actually makes our conversations more interesting.
  We split not long after Bob died. I was in a very bad place. I think I pushed the world away from myself. I felt like we wouldn't last, so why not  end it. He had the same weird philosophy. He felt we may break up in the future, so he thought it better to split.
  The odds are probably stacked against us. We're very opposite  - He's tall, lean and dark, I'm short, hefty and pale. There's quite an age difference. But, it works. We're enamored with each other. He treats me so well. Every time we meet, he brings me a cute card with some sweet message inside. This  is accompanied  by chocolate or something  yummy to eat. I've never had anyone compliment me so much. He's constantly  telling me I'm beautiful. No one I've ever dated before  has done that. I feel good about myself with him. What an impossible thing to happen. A man that can make that happen is a miracle worker.
  I won't lie, he's damn easy on the eyes. Plus, our chemistry is undeniable. When we're together, we smile at each other like fools. We're disgustingly happy around each other. It may not last. Hell, the world may end tomorrow. I say let us enjoy it while it's here.