All these thoughts in your head? They are occuring because for the first time in a long time, you have found someone you could see yourself being with (at least for a while), and that’s scary as hell. But like a rollercoaster, you get on it, knowing it’s going to be fun, without thinking, “Oh my God, did I not put my seltbelt on tight enough? Is this track wet? Am I gonna die? Is the operator on speed? It seems like he might be on drugs. Oh my God, I think I have to get off…” Nope, you just get on and go with it, and always end up loving it and having a great time. Unless you are one of those “afraid of heights” people, and in that case, I totally just freaked you out even more. ;o)

So my advice to you? Call him sweetie. Loosen that belt a little. ENJOY the ride. You deserve this more than anyone, and I’m SO happy to hear you just might have found someone that fits. *sigh*

That said, this phase of a relationship, where you guess to yourself and drive yourself batty…it’s actually quite exciting, and makes you feel alive don’t you think? I mean it beats being bored and taking each other for granted! Reading the stuff you wrote about it actually makes me miss feeling like that.

Goodluck either way though! He sounds nice enough so far.

The Genius: Okay, I’ve TOTALLY had this happen to me before. I call it “Le Disappearing Act.” In the past year, I’ve finally developed a Zero Tolerance policy toward it. Besides, my guy friend MD swears that guys only “disappear” when they’ve got another woman. Also, take it from me, you gotta watch out for those GORGEOUS guys. I’ve had a pretty severe Hottie Addiction for many years now. But, I’m slowing weaning myself off of it … Having said that, I’ll add: Sven Johånn Låårssøn is a hottie. So, who knows … in a couple of months (or weeks, or days), I might be putting up a post about how he’s pissed me off in some way. I hope not. I’d like to think that I’m getting better at picking men. And, I’m raising the bar on what types of behaviors I will and will not put up with from the other sex.

AWE: You do the whole “what’s she thinking?”. That’s cute. What a sweetie!!! :) [By the way, don’t freak out because I’ve called you that.] Anyway, yeah, I sooo need to take your advice and just “let it happen”.

Kelly: It’s the classic case of “be the romantic that reads absurdly mushy stuff into everything” *OR* “be the play-it-safe pragmatist that takes everything extremely literally. So, when asked what does, “I can’t wait to cuddle with you during the winter cause you are always so warm” mean … The romantic answers, “it’s a sign that the guy really likes you and wants to share physical and emotion warmth”. The pragmatist answers, “it means the guy is too fucking cheap to pay for heating!!” ;)

Howard: You said: “Funny, Cameron and I had this conversation just last night. Ooooh, sounds like you guys figured out the key to deciphering the madness — communication. By the way, thanks for saying all of that great stuff about me. :)

Firefly: You know, you’re right. Part of the funny is chatting about all the goofy stuff with your girlfriends.

MamaChristy: Oh baby, you know me too well. My sister gets on me about this all of the time. I’ll say that I think a guy is cute. She’ll say, “Then go talk to him.” I’ll usually freak out and say something like, “Are you kidding me??? That guy is gorgeous!!! I’d be way too nervous.” She’ll say, “Did you ever think that he’s sitting over there thinking the same thing about you?” My answer? “No. I never think that.” So, yeah, you’re completely right; I totally approach the dating thing with an, “I hope __ likes me” attitude instead of a “__ should be lucky that I like him” attitude. I don’t know where I get it from. I’m sure it doesn’t help that Sophie was always the “pretty” sister when we were growing up. I always just felt like the dorky little sister that wanted to be just. like. her. And, not to mention, I’m sure that it didn’t help that she always lovingly called me “fat” and “curvy”. Anyone my size or larger was, in Sophie’s eyes, “a big girl.” HINT #2: So, yeah, if you’ve ever wondered where my so-called “fatphobia” comes from, well, there you have it.

Mags: Where have you been?!?!?!? PUT DOWN YOUR MARIJUANA AND FUCKING CALL ME, WOMAN!!!!! :)