love: "they sing a song only you can hear"

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"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear." -- Oscar Wilde

Smart man, that one. We're two birds of a feather; two peas in a pod; and of course, Aristotle's "a single soul inhabiting two bodies."

Sometimes you just recognize something in someone; that thing that hits you and turns you upside down and inside out.

Miss Carrie Bradshaw summed it up all too well in the very first episode of Sex and the City. Via voice over, she realizes when meeting Big: "Suddenly I felt the wind knocked out of me. I wanted to crawl under the covers and go right to sleep" all while sexy jazz music plays on in the background. The windows of Mr. Big's car are scattered with drops of rain as they ride through the city together. We all know that Sex and the City can be such a charicature of dating (along with the women and men) but there's so much truth to it as well. And beautiful story to tell, in addition!

Let me introduce you to Mr. Wit** who is slowly but surely creeping into John James Preston (Mr. Big) territory. We met because we work together. We had never worked together but knew of each other and had met on occasion.

You know when you meet someone, and there's just that spark? You know you've let an impression on them and whether you know it or not, they've left an impression on you.

Second semester starts up and finally, Mr. Wit and I's professional paths begin to cross. We begin to work together and I'm terribly intimidated. I didn't know what to expect and the kind of work he creates is beautiful. What if I didn't meet his expectations? What if I just sucked?! But it opened my eyes to this collaborative creative process that left me feeling whole.

So his work makes me feel artistically fulfilled. Okay. Cool. But seriously, J? Where does the romance come in?

Cue flirtation.

It all started as we began to get to know each other a little better outside of our work. It started with a: "You look really nice today" here and there which I never thought of much until he went out of his way to say something once. At this point I'm thinking: "Hm.. This is getting a little more frequent than normal... and he's going out of his way. Is there... an attraction here?"

It caught me off guard. I felt like I was going crazy. I mean... I had to be making this all up in my head, right? So I consulted who knew him really well and she only confirmed my suspicions. She said that he was a really flirty guy but that it was selective -- highly selective. At that moment, I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it, but I knew there was an attraction on his part there. On my part? I wasn't too sure yet but I knew I was feeling something.

The next day I would be seeing him for another project that he asked me to work on with him. We met with the rest of our fellow team members and as we were going over the prelimnary things, I couldn't help but notice that my heart was racing just a little bit more than usual. He was so in his element and his work that he shared with us -- what he wanted us to be a part of -- was breathtaking. I watched as he worked and was captivated by his passion for it. In addition, he has a brain... which I'm starting to learn is pretty hard to come by.

Intelligence is sexy. Seriously.

And then it hit me. Even though I hadn't noticed it, I was extremely attracted to Mr. Wit. I felt my heart beating in my chest and like I wanted to just haul off and kiss him.

Of course, I didn't.

Not only was his art beautiful, but I felt like we got each other. We ran on the same frequency and that was appealing. He lent me books which was incredibly sexy, in my opinion. Just sayin'! Once I realized my attraction, I attempted to deny my feelings for him. "It's just an attraction!" I defended myself. But I knew it wasn't and it was soon revealed to me that my friends knew it wasn't either.

I was in so deep and there was no turning back. Normally, when I like someone, it's never really for the right reasons. A lot of the time, the initial attraction stems from a physical attraction. Mr. Wit hooked me with his brain, his creativity, and his sense of humor. The sexual attraction was all there, but wasn't at all what I noticed until... well, until I realized I had feelings for him.

And this makes it harder to get over.

But why give up something like that?

I'll be frank. I'm falling for his soul. He's a good looking guy, but that's not what I'm attracted to. He's smart and fun to flirt with. He makes me laugh -- I think we could sit for hours and just laugh together. He's kind and has an amazing heart. He gets me -- and that is invaluable. I connect with him on an emotional, spiritual, physical, and artistc level. That's pretty fucking hard to come by, especially nowadays, if you ask me!

I feel like Mr, Wit is going to be the death of me. I can feel myself diving in head first. I get butterflies every time I see him. I've found myself going out of my way or going to class a little extra early just because I know that I'll run into him.

Yeah, I know. I've got it bad.

But the way he makes me feel? There's nothing better than this.

Your head over heels pal,

J

** Note: Name change. Mr. Wit used to be nicknamed The Artist but there I changed the name because the more I get to know him, the more Mr. Wit suits him.