Some people would like to date for as long as they can while others just cant wait to meet that special person and be over with all the hoopla.

At 28 it seems, I am destined to be one of those who will spend eternity looking...

but meanwhile the dates continue.

December 31st 2006 I met someone in a truely romance-book-fashion. I was walking to the bar while at a party and twice our eyes met ( the look in his eyes said - woa now theres a damn sexy woman) the second time I glanced at him I smiled a coy, smile to match all the sexiness I knew was radiating from my person. My smile said - You're fine yourself! Days later he said it was the smile that got him.

Half an hour later that night he found me and we began a conversation - the laughter never stopped. The jokes,came from both sides, we soon found that we had quite a bit in common. Perhaps, if I could skip ahead to five years later I could say (and they lived happily ever after but no)
Rewind to present day.

We exchanged numbers and the days that followed were filled with long phone chats, dinners, movies and more late night phone chats... I had never felt so appreciated by any one person. He was without a doubt into me and would bend backwards to make me happy.Is that what it felt like to be someones little princess. well cliche or not his princess I was.

But... and there always is a but...

How do you love someone and fear that eventually they will walk away or worse you will find something dreadfull that they never told you - that you cant live with... Romance is fine in itself, but what of the real life stuff that threatens to destroy your life - albeit boring, sometimes painful existence- and shatters it into minute peices that always leave scars?

Trust he says.

Pessimism repells he says.

Lies maims I say.

Are you for real I say.

Time alone will tell he says.

I feel you, you feel me let's run with it he says.

Run yes maybe I will run with?/out?/it? I say