I Am Twitterpated

If you don't know what that word means, go watch Bambi again.

Marc and I have been out on 3 dates now (although one date was just chilling at my place), and everything is awesome. We really like each other, and I hope we continue to really like each other.

We also had sex. And it was good. It's almost like he was made to fit me...weird how that happens.

I know that he is blown away by my complete acceptance of who he is. He has told me a lot of stuff that I need to know about him, and nothing has been so extreme that I have said, "fuck it" and bailed. We have all made mistakes (ummmmm, yeah), and as long as we accept our mistakes, move on, and try to not make them again, everything should be cool. I'm interested in who he is now not the mistakes he made then.

Tomorrow he meets my friends. Some of them, at least, but definitely two who are very important to my life. Their acceptance of him is pretty much crucial to things being all happy in my world. I do think they will get along. Since he and I share a wicked sense of humor, and they seem to get along with me, I think it's pretty much a done deal between him and my friends.

We shall see how tomorrow goes.

One thing that is on my mind is how is his brother going to react when we tell him. I asked Marc the other night if he told his brother, and he said no, that he hadn't yet. He then kept saying how dumb his brother was for not pursuing anything with me in the past, and I said that it was better that he hadn't because I could have ended up with the wrong brother. That, of course, completely made it an "awwwwww" moment, but it's true...I really think that his brother and I were never a good match. Sure there was a physical attraction, but there was no mental, and his brother was too much of a "sheep" for me to want to be with him for the long haul. I really like Marc in a way that I never felt for his brother. It makes me happy that things never went anywhere with his brother.

He spent the night, and it was nice having him there...I was a little sad not having him in my bed last night, but figured that there would probably be a few more nights of him staying over in my future, so I should enjoy my alone time while I could!

Sigh...twitterpated...

I Like A Boy

I haven't "liked" a guy in a while...probably since Dean, and we all know how well that turned out. Marc is fantastic. We had our first date on Friday, and it was great. We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner, and then came back to my place to watch Thundercats.

Awesome.

We also made out for a long time...until about 5am...yeah...

I decided to tell the guys from JDate who I have been only talking to that I am not going to be going out on a date with them. I really like this guy, and don't feel like dating anyone else but him right now.

I am terrible at accepting compliments. It's weird for me when a guy tells me I'm sexy or I'm beautiful. I wish I was better, and I'm trying to work on it, but I always feel stuck not knowing what to say in return. I find Marc attractive...he's tall, and cute, and has a smile that makes me feel at ease for some reason. He's incredibly sweet and outgoing, and seems to love life. I just feel so awkward when he tells me how pretty I look.

We have date #2 tonight. I'm excited to see him again...I speak to him every day, multiple times, but I much rather see him in person. I also like the fact that he didn't wait a week to ask me out again. He waited a day.

Awesome.

Had I Only Known Then What I Know Now...

I would have never hooked up with a certain guy.

So, back in the day, I had a friend who I crushed on, but the feeling were never reciprocated...at least not on a long-term level. We had the tendency, on nights before I had family coming over to my house, to get drunk and hook up. Nothing ever came of this, and now he's an uber-religious Heeb who is off in Israel studying to be a rabbi and hoping to find a wife.

Got all that? Fantastic. Let's continue...

Sunday I went to an engagement party of sorts in the city at a friend's apartment. This friend also happens to be best friends with the guy from the above story. I wasn't feeling terribly well, but I figured I'd just show my face, wish the couple a mazel tov and be on my way. My plan never happened.

I met a guy there. Super Heeb's brother to be exact.

This guy and I completely hit it off. Strange that when I'm feeling like crap, the men gravitate towards me. Who would have thought that hacking up a lung was attractive?

So, stats of Marc: Tall, cute, a big bigger than his brother, but that's fine by me, 35, is a computer geek (awesome) and has a wicked sense of humor. He's quick with the comebacks, and agrees that his brother is nuts. Two "downsides" (that aren't really downsides to be honest): he's a Yankee fan (boooooo!) and he has a 13-year old kid.

I've never dated a guy with a kid. I don't know the back story (if he got married to the mother, if he just supported her, what the custody situation is), but I'm sure I will find it out eventually.

He lives in my town, so he ended up driving me home after dinner. He and I spent over an hour just talking in his car in the parking garage of the LIRR. We exchanged numbers, and before I even got home that night I had a text asking me out for this weekend.

So we have date #1 tomorrow (hopefully I will feel up to it...this bronchitis sucks). I'm hoping to have the nerve to ask him about his daughter. I don't know how to ask about the back story, but I guess it will just come up when it comes up.

Another thing that I must mention is that I told him about me and his brother. He is totally cool with it (being the past and all) and actually said how he liked that I told him right away. He had hypothesized that we might have, but then figured that had we hooked up, I would have told him eventually.

He's awesome.

I haven't felt this way about a guy in a while.