love: men and candy

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(March 31)

As I sit here and stuff my face with Sour Patch kids, I realized something. Men are like candy You reach into the box and take three more pieces, promising yourself that this is it and there is absolutely no more. You declare it proudly before you realize that two minutes later, you're reaching for more. "Just three more!" you say to yourself. Ugh! It's infuriating! And before you know it, the box is empty and you're left feeling like shit about yourself.

Brings a whole new meaning to the word man candy, am I right? I guess you could say that Mr. Wit is my "man-candy".

Sticking with our candy analogy, I couldn't help but see the similarities. Sugar. You crave it. You finish the box/pack/whatever and you feel satisfied. Then comes the sugar high. It's a drug. It gets you so high only to pull you back down in just under an hour.

Men. You crave them. You consume. You're satisfied. And yes. There's that love/lust/like high too. They get you so high only to pull you back down again -- only it usually takes them longer than an hour.

See what I mean?

And right now, Mr. Wit's got me so high it's not even funny.

Why you ask?

Remember that breakfast date I told you about? Well, he and I finally had it. And by date, I mean how we agreed to cook breakfast together sometime.

I went over around ten in the morning and I'm not going to lie. I was nervous as hell. Not only was he there, but it was a new environment and I always feel uncomfortable at first because you never know what's okay and what's not. Can I take my shoes off? Are you sure I can sit on the counter? Etc.

But I soon eased into the atmosphere, realizing I had no real reason to be nervous. His Pandora station was set on a classic rock station (Yes!) and we began to cook around each other and just talk -- like two partners in crime in the kitchen. Hah! I made crepes and he made these incredible breakfast tacos. I'm telling you. It was the poblano chile peppers. And really. Come on, ladies (and gentlemen). A guy who can cook? Very sexy. Good music. Good food. Good guy.

Another Sunday morning well spent, yes?

By the time we were done, we sat down at the table to breakfast tacos and crepes. I had brough Nutella and Speculoos as well as some fresh fruit to put into the crepes and we had a lovely morning together of laughing, joking around, stolen glances, and talking. And we'd even do this thing when it'd get quiet where we'd just look at each other, exchanging glances and a small smile with each other.

The more time I spend with him the more and more I really like him. At first attraction it was his focus, passion, drive, and intelligence that drew me to him but now I'm seeing a whole new side to him. The wit between us becomes playful and jokingly teasing. He's sweet, goofy, and fun to be around and I feel like I can really be myself wit him. I'm starting to let him in too which is terrifying but exciting all at the same time. I find myself sharing things with him from my peronsal life only find that I want him to know.

And he makes me laugh which is also incredibly sexy.

When I left, he gave me this long, tight hug which threw me off a little bit. The whole time, I thought maybe he'd bring up what was going on between us or maybe even try to kiss me, but there was nothing. So when I left, I waited for the back pat but instead found myself in a long embrace, shocking me.

I better figure out what he and I are doing, quick, because from what it sounds like, I'm going to fall hard for Mr. Wit.

A good friend of mine, Zitro, and I were talking later that evening and he was singing the blues again about his girl. As I texted him back my best pep talk speech, I accidentally wrote "fell" instead of "feel" and now I'm starting to think that it may have not have been a coincidence.

My little type really caused me to think: Isn't that how it is? The more we feel, the more fall; the more we fall, the more we feel. Zitro's already six feet under for his girl and I'm starting to feel the cliff beneath my feet crumble into several pieces. How long till I lose my grip?

I don't even want to go there...

One more post until I'm finally caught up and yes, I WILL be updating this Sunday.

-- J