Ask, and You Shall Receive

It’s interesting to me how we sometimes wish for things without realizing that they’re an actual wish. It just kind of floats through your mind and out into the Universe, and then you don’t really think about it again until it actually comes true.

Before CBG, I’d always dated introverts. Which is interesting for me, being the extrovert that I am. Of course, I wasn’t always in touch with that particular side of myself. I was definitely an extrovert as a child, and then lost it along the way (the teen years were rough for me, folks. I’ve been spending most of my adult life getting back in touch with the extrovert in me – successfully, I might add).

I’ve never known what it was like to date someone as outgoing and extroverted as me.

That is, of course, until I met CBG.  One of the things that I was immediately attracted to was the fact that he was so friendly and outgoing. Put the man in a roomful of strangers and within five minutes he’s got a conversation going with someone. Put the two of us in a room together, and well, everyone either loves us or they hate us – but guaranteed they remember us.

heh.

It never occurred to me to question my past practices of dating only introverts.

I always used to think about how wonderful it would be to date a man who shouted from the rooftops how he felt about me.

Remember this??

Somebody's in LOOOOOOVE!!!!

Now, let’s use our imaginations and set aside for a second the fact that Tom Cruise is a complete fucktard. That man really makes my skin crawl (and not in a good way, either). I remember watching that public display of excitement and enthusiasm and thinking (other than the fact that he’s a fucktard) “Wow, wouldn’t I LOVE for someone to be THAT enthusiastic about, and in love with me….”

But don’t get me wrong here, either. I’m not I’m saying there’s anything wrong with the quiet, understated expressions of love that I received from past men. I’m just saying that it’s not my particular preference. It’s just not my style. I never even knew that it wasn’t my preference, again, until I met CBG.

I gotta say it, kids – I am adored – and I know that I am. I feel it not only in the amazingly sweet things that he says to me, or the things that he writes about me – I feel it in every touch, in every kiss, in every glance. I can feel it when we’re in the same room together. I can hear it in his voice on the telephone. It flows from him into me.

And I love it.

Just one more reason that I know that this man was made for me. He is exactly what I’ve always wanted – even when I didn’t even really know it myself.

Amazing.