So I Met This Guy, Right...

It was all really rather random. We went to a party and I met him through a friend. The conversation lasted between us for no longer than 10 minutes. When he left, he gave me his number so that we could all hang out again. Nothing magical, nothing special, no hidden agendas...

One week later and I'm sitting in his loft, surrounded by his paintings, guitars, and a heap of healthy food, struggling to keep my feelings on a tight leash.

He's sweet, he's funny, he's incredibly caring, he's ruggedly handsome... And he's terribly dangerous. Dangerous, because while his mouth is promising you nothing (he said he wants to be blasé about this), his embrace, his kiss, his gaze... they're giving you everything.

Achieving certain levels of comfort and intimacy with someone who's (relatively) a complete stranger and who you know will disappear from your life soon is, quite frankly, frightening. We have such an amazing time together, but I know we also happen to be going nowhere, fast. So I'm trying hard to bind and gag my inner princess, who's love of fairytales landed her head over feet for Chicago Guy. That didn't end well. And I know that if I don't show that stupid little girl with the ribbons and the daisy chains who's boss, this won't either...

On the less depressing side of things, I can definitely see that while we may not have a romantic future (sadly), this is more than likely the beginning of a beautiful friendship. And for that, at least, I am grateful.