I can’t believe I have a boyfriend. The last time I blogged about Dean, I was sick and not in the best spirits. Here was this great guy who brought me chicken soup and cold medicine but quite frankly, I didn’t want him around while I coughed, sniffled, and drooled all over myself. We were just a couple weeks into our relationship and I felt suffocated…literally.
The bad cold is gone and now I’m totally in love. We’re totally in love! My friends who’ve met him, love him. My ex met him and begrudgingly as well as happily gave Dean the thumbs up. Of course, my family and friends mean the world to me so their opinion counts probably even more than mine. I’m 33 years old and think I’m just now really starting to understand myself. So I need my long-time anchors to tell me whether or not someone is a good fit–even though I know without a doubt…wait for it….wait for it…that Dean is my soul mate. Did I just write that???
The most important test being my parents and sister and brother-in-law. I know they’ll love him. “Mom, you’re really going to like him. He’s such a great guy. He’s so good to me.”
“Cat, it’s not about us. You know I’ve always liked all your boyfriends. You only bring us good guys: Rob, Douglas, Dave. I like them all. It’s you. You need to decide. Are you going to get annoyed with him after a few weeks? Let’s see. I don’t think we’re the problem.”
Moms are always right. My mom was right. I think everyone’s tired of me dating, talking about falling in love, “I swear he’s the one!,” then falling out of love, “What happened to who?”
“Remember that guy you said you were in love with?”
“Oh my God. It was just two weeks ago when we were talking on the phone you said you were in love with someone.”
“Hmmmm. Can’t remember which guy.”
Everyone’s right. I’ve cried love one too many times. But this is different. Dean is so caring. We work really well together. Our personalities mesh. I need his easy-going-ness. I need his chattiness. He’s so into me. I love that.
For two nights in a row we watched that stupid Bachelor pick Melissa then dump her for second-place Molly. I personally might have to send Jason hate mail. Anyway, the next night, Dean brought me over a bunch of roses!
“Sweetheart, you’re not going to break my heart and dump me for your second-place girl are you?”
“No, no, no. I want to be with you forever. I’m in love with you.”