Nic Narrates

There is a boy. How do I write of my school-girl glee for this one?

I’m smitten, I think. I’m the kind of giddy where I smile stupidly every time I think of him, every time his name is on my phone. I can’t help myself.

He’s pretty. I tell you readers, he is oh so pretty. And it tickles my fancy to no end. The kind of pretty that isn’t at all “pretty,” but in every regard screams man. The kind that can hang things around the house. The kind that gets out of the double-parked car to greet you at your door for your date. The kind that properly orders, then unpretentiously swirls his wine. The kind that can pick you up and throw you down on the bed; knows exactly what to do with you.

He’s funny in a quietly unexpected sort of way, with just the right amount of sarcasm. He’s smart and quick-witted and appreciates my sense of humor. And he listens and respects and makes me feel special. We share the same values (except- of course- politically) and have similar interests and a common background- we actually went to high school together, but met at our 10-year reunion. He’s the perfect mix of small town upbringing and city capability. And most important of all, I can be myself with him- completely.

This boy does things to me. He makes me want to listen to Sinatra. And I want to make him pancakes. Don’t ask me why. I just do.

I know I like him way too much already, but there it is. I’m ready. Ready to try again. Ready to take the chance.

Filed under: just say 'when', kiss and blog, singletons, this is now, work in progress by Nic