Mushy Musings

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~ Emily Bronte

*This is strictly a post where I rave about my gorgeous and fabulous boyfriend. It might be too mushy, smushy for you. You have been warned!*

Why is it that things that normally bug me about guys don't do the same with the Boyfriend? It's like I see his flaws, and yet I think he's so adorable. He sees all my sides, the full spectrum of my Libra personalities, and he thinks it's cute. I know love is blind---but jeez, this is like taking it to the next level.

I can be moody, irritated, bitchy, whiny and angry whenever the mood hits me. I don't have to hide anything....he actually wants to know that stuff. He handles it with such grace too, he doesn't intrude on my little temper tantrum/dram queen-ism and acknowledges my feelings and where it's coming from. He actually listens....really pays attention, is deeply intuitive and understands. He can go off on his tangents as well, like his natural competitiveness in every single arena, venting about the murderous plots he has for his evil, evil boss and I'm right there with him, every step of the way.

We ogle each other. We both are so vain....neither of us can pass a reflective surface without staring at our gorgeous reflections...lol! "We are such a cute couple!" is our proud stance. The compliments flow both ways as we adore each other...what we say, how we look, what we do, how we feel. If I was on the outside looking in, I would be soooo nauseous by our overall admiration of each other.

Add to that our level of attraction---it's insane! I finally met a guy that has about the same amount of nymphomania that I do. I don't have to tone down my appetite for fear that I might be viewed as a horn-dog or slutty, but can really unleash the full depths of my Vixen powers, fantasies & capabilities. He doesn't shy away when I plant a deep kiss on him in public, or drag him off to have my way with him in semi-private venues. He actually holds my hand when we're walking on the street...of his own volition. He's so gorgeous, from the crown of his dark mop of curls to the sole of his beautiful feet-- (he has really nice feet for a guy, they look like he's been getting pedicures all his life!) I was giving him a massage the other day after he got in from a long, hectic work day and actually enjoyed it!

He's up for anything I'm up for, and really does have a thirst for adventure. He loves to travel, is highly intelligent, speaks multiple languages and has this amazing ability that he can connect with everyone he meets, from the lowliest bum on the street to the highest member in Parliament. Everywhere is home to him, he's comfortable in his own skin, and so self-assured and self confident. He loves spicy food! I can make everything as hot as I want to and he'll eat it up and ask for more. Oh yeah baby:)

And when we both disagree, we have arguments that send sparks flying! We are both strongwilled and opinionated, and sometimes (not often) our views collide. But even then, it ends up being a discussion that opens both our eyes to the other side of the fence. Having an argument with him is actually---enlightening and fun!

Gosh he totally knows how to dress! That's one big pet peeve of mine, a guy that can't put a decent wardrobe together irks me to no end. When we're going out on our weekly date, we both "dress up". And when he dresses up, he doesn't just throw on a pair of pants and button down shirt....oh no! He comes correct actually really "dressing up" to a T, like he's going for a black tie shindig. The waiter asked me last week, "Is this a special occasion?" "Anytime we are together is a special occasion," was his response with a beaming smile. Whoa!

He could not be any more perfect for me than if I had actually written out everything I knew I wanted (and a whole bunch of stuff that I didn't know) and had him special ordered just for me. I'm truly blessed.

With every passing day, I actually love him more. More than yesterday and less than tomorrow.