I want to mention the man I’m dating (Yes…I’m a homo-flaming-gay-o-sexual).

He is a big bear of a man. 6′1″ 275#…typical aries…

Sweet, caring, protective, cuddly, mostly humorous. And I’m
completely falling for him. Mostly, I think, because his laundry
smells so wonderful. I call him snuggly bear because he smells
like fabric softener.

We love to cuddle while we watch tv. We like to eat food that he force feeds me like an Italian mother.

He’s older…40 years old to my 26…but I don’t let that stop
me. In fact, I tend to like the big brother feel I get when I’m
around him. Really, that big brother energy is what I find most
attractive in a man.

He says things like, “I don’t want to hurt you” and “I still don’t know
where this is going, so don’t get your hopes up.”And when he
does, it rips through my soul, mingling with the current scar
tissue. This is when I know I’m in emotional trouble.

But hey…it’s been two weeks….longest relationship so far….that’s something to be happy about.

Anyway, I need to find a glass of water…and try and convince myself it’s half full.