But I do know he likes it when I wear black. I’ve seen him cry (The Notebook), laugh, be slightly annoyed (it takes a lot to get him severely annoyed), be silly, be sorry, tired, hungry, nervous, proud. I know lots! But there must be something that I don’t know. I’ve been wracking my brains trying to figure out what it is.
It’s easy to dream up the perfect person and expect them to fulfill your every dream. To always say the right thing and look amazing and have them always want to give you attention when you need it and not when you don’t. But real love isn’t that shallow or perfect.
It’s not just a little break out by the way. It’s major.
But I am excited for him to come. To see him in the flesh again after all these hours of talking.
I was not looking to find Mr. Right in Ireland. I was not thinking I was even starting to date!! But I found someone who is proving to be lasting, and good, and right, and real. But this is where I’m running into some trouble It is getting serious quick.
Today he is presenting an award at the Tower of London. He sent me a picture of himself in his tuxedo looking as dapper as I’ve ever seen him. And I thought. Who wants to date? He is amazing.