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Once upon a time…

Once upon a time, there was a girl named heidikins, who–for the most part–was punctual and relatively unflustered to the casual observer…except when she wasn’t… 

I have only been late for a date a handful of times; and I have only been late for a first date once.  A few days prior to my tardiness I met a charming guy, gave him my number when he asked for it, and was pleasantly surprised when he called and asked me out to lunch.  At the time, I wasn’t staying at my apartment, and this charming man had insisted on picking me up at home.  Ok.  Fine.  I can meet the guy at home, I have plenty of time.  Only, I had to change my outfit, twice.  And I was 30 minutes from my apartment.  And I was a little bit nervous–which doesn’t happen all that often-slash-ever. 

Sitting at lunch in a little Italian cafe I quickly discovered I didn’t really need to be nervous.  Despite being ridiculously good looking, my date was kind, easy to talk to, funny and completely adorable.  We sat and chatted for almost two hours and discovered we had a lot of experiences in common, he laughed at my jokes, and–at least for me–I kept trying to convince myself that I wasn’t as smitten as I truly felt.  After all, I had just met this guy!

Well, here we are, ten thousand kisses, a hundred dates, a couple of vacations and a year later…we still are finding ideas and goals we have in common, we still can talk for hours, find humor in just about every situation and I am undeniably smitten.  Handsome is, without a doubt, the most amazing man I have ever met and every day I am a little more in love with him.  I still get butterflies when he holds my hand, I catch my breath when he kisses me.  I love to fall asleep snuggled up on his chest and, even more, I love to wake up and find myself in his arms.  I love that he will make me waffles for dinner (with homemade syrup), slow dances with me, worries about me, cuddles me, loves me.  I get twitterpated when he calls me “My Love”, or “My Blonde One”, and I can’t help but smile every time he calls me by any one of a half-dozen other pet names. 

I could go on and on about what a fantastic boyfriend I am lucky enough to have found, but I don’t want you to throw up on your screen.  In your world it is just another Thursday, but my world today is something a little more.  Today I have a lunch date to a little Italian cafe with the love of my life.

…And they lived happily.

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