I woke up on day three and the first thing I did was check my phone.... He messaged me on FB! Butterflies..... Cartoon hearts. Smiles. Life is good. And Patrick is amazing......
12.22.2012
Is it possible to love after 3 days??
I woke up on day three and the first thing I did was check my phone.... He messaged me on FB! Butterflies..... Cartoon hearts. Smiles. Life is good. And Patrick is amazing......
12.15.2012
Day 2 - 3000 texts, 1000 PM's = 1,000,000 cartoon hearts flowing
We talked the next day all day long.We chatted from 7 a.m. to 10 p.m. There wasn't 10 minutes that went by where we weren't texting or messaging on Facebook. It started out with politics, which by the way..... we are on complete opposite ends of the political spectrum. It was cute. We debated in a playful and respectful way. Is it possible to be compatible with somebody who is on a different planet with their beliefs? One wouldn't think so, however we were flawless. We touched on some challenging topics but kept it fairly light...... and our flirting smoothed over any minor flaws in our opposing beliefs.
We moved on effortlessly from politics to our interests. He is a very active and outdoorsy kind of guy. Beautiful. I have a passion for climbing the lake bluffs near my house. He runs. I run 4 months out of the year and spend the other 8 months trying to talk myself into running. However, having a handsome running partner will certainly add another few months to my routine. He is on the P90X program. I am on the Pink Method, which is a female knockoff version of his workout plan. He runs non profit fundraisers. I want to devote my life to a non profit cause. He played soccer. My daughter lives for soccer. We both have been through a lot in life and lived to tell our stories. So much in common. It was great :)
The amount of optimism, glitter and rainbows that was flowing from our convo was insanely cheesy yet sincerely genuine. It was sweet. A breath of fresh air. I haven't opened up to a guy like this in about 5 years. There are many reasons why, but I finally felt ready to spread my wings. It felt so right. He was so normal, sweet, considerate, not overly charming in that narcissistic kind of way. He was kind of dorky. Dorky is good. Patrick was good. I was smiling endlessly. It was awesome. We spent at least 15 minutes trying to end the convo but neither of us wanted it to end. However, 15 hours on non stop chatting took it's toll on our brains. We finally said goodnight......... And chatted more. So we keep on chatting. I tell him I want to kiss him. He agrees. This isn't typical of me. Not typical of him. But so refreshing. And real. He sends x's and o's. I tell him goodnight and we both finally pry ourselves away from the computer. It was by far the most difficult task I had that day. We later told each other that as soon as we signed off for the night, we both re-read our entire 15 hour long convo before we retired for the night........... with cartoon hearts flowing from our heads. I couldn't wait to see what day 3 would bring!
We moved on effortlessly from politics to our interests. He is a very active and outdoorsy kind of guy. Beautiful. I have a passion for climbing the lake bluffs near my house. He runs. I run 4 months out of the year and spend the other 8 months trying to talk myself into running. However, having a handsome running partner will certainly add another few months to my routine. He is on the P90X program. I am on the Pink Method, which is a female knockoff version of his workout plan. He runs non profit fundraisers. I want to devote my life to a non profit cause. He played soccer. My daughter lives for soccer. We both have been through a lot in life and lived to tell our stories. So much in common. It was great :)
The amount of optimism, glitter and rainbows that was flowing from our convo was insanely cheesy yet sincerely genuine. It was sweet. A breath of fresh air. I haven't opened up to a guy like this in about 5 years. There are many reasons why, but I finally felt ready to spread my wings. It felt so right. He was so normal, sweet, considerate, not overly charming in that narcissistic kind of way. He was kind of dorky. Dorky is good. Patrick was good. I was smiling endlessly. It was awesome. We spent at least 15 minutes trying to end the convo but neither of us wanted it to end. However, 15 hours on non stop chatting took it's toll on our brains. We finally said goodnight......... And chatted more. So we keep on chatting. I tell him I want to kiss him. He agrees. This isn't typical of me. Not typical of him. But so refreshing. And real. He sends x's and o's. I tell him goodnight and we both finally pry ourselves away from the computer. It was by far the most difficult task I had that day. We later told each other that as soon as we signed off for the night, we both re-read our entire 15 hour long convo before we retired for the night........... with cartoon hearts flowing from our heads. I couldn't wait to see what day 3 would bring!
12.01.2012
you have a friend request
"Patrick wants to be your friend" 32 friends in common.... Patrick doesn't look familiar at all. His name sounds familiar. Forget it. I'm not accepting this request. I don't really know him. Wait... we went to the same high school. Sigh. High school was a nightmare. I was fat, bullied and always in the shadow of my wonderful and smart brother. I suppose you can say I was the black sheep. I ask a friend about Patrick. He was the popular jock who all the girls adored. I look on his profile. He's single. Why not? I accept his request and he sits in my friend archive......
Months later he statuses about Shark Tank. I love Shark Tank. I'm pretty sure I will be on that show someday. I comment. Ice broken.He inboxed me...... And here is where it all began.....
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