Apparently Rachel inspired me. 
Yeah, I said it. Sigh… Was sitting on the couch the other night staring at him and he looked over and said lovingly, “What’s up? Why are you looking at me?” Couldn’t help myself (and had some beer courage). Grabbed his neck, put my mouth up to his ear and said, “I am totally falling in love with you and it scares the shit out of me!” Guess what? He loves me, too. Grin.
Remember a few months ago when I said I have no doubts, no red flags, no worries? Yep, gets better every day and still not a single “Holy crap, this man is a psycho!” warning signs. As Ms. Single Mama says, “This is just too weird. Feels like a dream and we’re both in it together.”
And, oh yeah, he actually does things to help me out (not a narcissist – woot!) like spending the afternoon at my house waiting for the cable guy or cooking me dinner after a hard day without me having to ask. And when I talk about my job or my family or other issues, he LISTENS! And gives feedback that makes it clear that he has heard and is actually helpful, not obnoxious and forceful “fixing”.
And, oh yeah, he makes my toes curl. Sexy texts aren’t his thing but he knows I like them. Out of the blue yesterday he sent me a sexy text that just made me swoon. 
He’s romantic in that the sweet things he does are so unexpected and awesome.
I especially like the way he is with Pumpkinhead. And this, of course, is where I have to be most careful. What I like is the way he will text me out of the blue with a really thoughtful suggestion for something we could all do together and it is always something Pumpkinhead will really love but that we will also enjoy so I can tell he actually wants to do it and isn’t just phoning it in. And even though I kept them apart until about three weeks ago, Pumpkinhead has fallen hard for Mr. V, too. He spent a week at his Dad’s house and would always ask about Mr. V when I called. Then he asked today when we could go over so he could play with Mr. V and his dog. When we arrived, he threw his arms around Mr. V and told him he had missed him (yes, all you worriers, this is where I worry about his long-term well-being but my heart says this guy is wonderful and won’t hurt my child). When we left after dinner, Pumpkinhead leaned forward, grabbed my neck and whispered, “Mommy, you need to marry [Mr. V] because I really like him!” Awww.
To be continued…
Oh well, I’m also in bed with a laptop so I’m no fun anyway. And in the name of non-whoriness, I have instituted a silent “no more sex unless he initiates it” rule… at least until the next time he initiates, and then it’s back to me acting on my tendency to want to jump on him every time I see him. Hahaha.
Hopefully the electricity will be on by then! And he’s meeting a guy to get quotes for painting and some house repairs so I don’t have to work my fingers to the bone alone this weekend. Enamored? Hell yeah! 
Fortunately very few who were arrested for pedophilia so I can keep mental images of the smaller bunch more easily. Probably time to have the Stranger Danger talk with Pumpkinhead…
Okay, while it is nice to be needed, it is NOT nice to be super sick and unable to pass a simple task like this off. Grrr.
But Pumpkinhead is sad. He drew a picture yesterday of a boy with a downturned smile next to a house and wrote “A house is a house”. He’s also pulling the skin off around his fingers, although that started even before my fight with my mother. I am very worried about him and am going to call his psychiatrist today to see if she can see him.
On the other hand, Blue Eyes has been a single parent for years and dated many, many, MANY women, the majority of whom have met his girls. His girls don’t seem to be the worse for it. So who knows? Crap. 
Still not sure I have that answer… (or that I would even let someone – but I like the idea).
