So, Mr. eHarmony has pretty much rocked my world. Not only did he take me to a KICK-ASS REO Speedwagon show last night, but over the last four months, he’s pretty much turned my brain and my heart to mush.
Yes, I have become that girl. I am embarrassed for myself. And yet? And yet, I can’t stop mooning over him. I will spare you the gooey details, but let’s just say he’s wonderful and I’m over the moon.
It’s been a huge adjustment. He’s normal. And he’s around a lot. This significantly cuts down on the time that I am free to mope around my house and ponder how I could have possibly seen every episode of Dog the Bounty Hunter that’s on my DVR. It also cuts down on my free time.
So, right now, Mr. eHarmony is chillin’ with his daughter. I was invited along, but originally had other plans, which fell through. So, it’s Saturday. And I can do anything I want. And I am fucking clueless as to what that would be.
I know that I need some alone time. I had just forgotten how uncomfortable I am with free time. Suddenly, it’s all coming back to me.
I do need a little time to zone out and digest a few important developments. Like, the realization that Mr. eHarmony likes me. All the time. Not just “Acceptable and Perhaps Even Entertaining in Social Situations Cha Cha.” He also appears to like “Tired and Totally Crabby Cha Cha – Now With JBF Hair!” and “Ask Me That Question One More Time and I Will Kill You Cha Cha.”
With the exception of my sainted parents, who are required by law to love me unconditionally at all times whether they like it or not, I’ve never experienced this. Like, he likes me for my true self, even when it’s not pretty. Even when I don’t believe him. Even when I try to push him away because obviously he’s lying, right?
People, I have won the fucking lottery.
I’m in shock – which, I think, is a fair reaction when riches beyond your wildest dreams fall from the sky and land on your front porch. He seems rather bemused by my reaction. I’m obviously a little slow on the uptake, but I’m starting to get it.
Oh my god.
So, this is obviously more than the “I just want someone to take to the movies” aiming-low-so-I’m-not-disappointed goal that I had when I started online dating. This is obviously turning into more of a long-term relationship.
So, let’s call a spade a spade. Mr. eHarmony has outgrown his moniker. Let’s call him Mr. Wonderful and just be done with it. I’m head over heels in love with him.