Fireworks...Lots of em

I went to the Brooklyn Promenade to see the Firework spectacle, and I came home with a lot more than I bargained for. (Not a parasite or an STD or anything).

This is it. I'm still scared to say it because it's really soon, but at the same time, like 2 people read this, so I guess it doesn't really matter, but.....

I'm in love!

I PRAYED that I wouldn't have to date a lot. Turns out, I just had to go on one date.

When my mom came to stay, she just said to me, "The VERY next man you meet will be your husband. It's fate because God had to find some way to get you to New York, and this was the only way. When you meet him, it will be fireworks."

And I said, "You're crazy. And your psychic friends are bat-shit crazy."

And now I have to eat my words in a lovely I-told-you-so fricasee.

All the stuff that I had been so obsessive about over the last 5 years seems like no big deal with this guy. He will follow me anywhere. If I had said, "Russell, it's a deal-breaker for me to not be engaged right this second," he would have gone into the backyard to mine for diamonds.

Everything is soooo easy. I didn't have to wait 2 years to hear that he loved me. I had to wait MAYBE 2 dates. I knew he loved me when he met me. It's like he sees every insecurity I have and just meets all of those needs.

Now, I am not one of those people who believes in soul mates or something, but I do believe in meeting people who are good partners for you. Marriage is sacramental work, and to me, it's about finding the person who will do the work with you. I now have that guy. We have talked about marriage, and it's not a big concern. Once I get into my new place, we will see when he can move in.

This is so awesome.

If it seems like it's too fast for any of you who are reading this, know that for the last 5 years, I have been paying my dues with a man who didn't love me enough. I know a good thing when I see it.