I'm a grown up. Sometimes.

Ok, so we had the talk and it went well. And things are going well. And the guy is a really good kisser, and he's incredibly sweet to me and he loves movies, so it's good. Thing is, it's not fireworks. And I kinda expect fireworks when I find the person who can be MY person. But I've heard stories.... "I wasn't attracted to him at all when we first met," ..... "He asked me out 16 times before I finally said yes," ..... "I never thought it would last, and here we are, 35 years later!" Of course, I have to follow my gut. That's the thing to do.

But what am I good at doing? Overanalyzing, of course. I'm truly trying to cut back, and a good friend gave me some good advice. As long as we're having a good time, then keep having fun and see what happens. When it stops being fun, then take a different route. Good. Reasonable. Thank you.

And it Is fun, so that's pretty nice.

Next steps: I may soon get to the point of talking to my parents about him. They want to know what's going on in my life, etc. And he is. So. I kinda already told some peeps, but not mom. 'Cause her FIRST question will be, "Is he Catholic?" She won't ask his name, where he lives, what he does, how he treats me, how he makes me feel, none of it until she knows he's a good Christian, preferably Catholic, boy. And I just don't want to go there. The guy is basically agnostic, with comforts taken in the idea of some kind of higher power. She will have a problem with this, and this could prompt me to explain that I actually think the same things he does. While she will find Tragic. I just.... don't have the energy.

Terrible?