Did I tell you about my baby. aka my man. His name is James and I completely adore him. He works at Montana Mikes, terribly yummy, very nice, has almost everything in common w/ me....well maybe not! lol now that I think about it. We both like our food (about) the same way. We both like the same kinds of food. He loves to cook, he can sew (don't tell anybody!). He's extremely supportive, very hard worker and guess what, GUESS WHAT!!!! quote on quote "God is the rock in my life". HE LOVES GOD!!! and follows him. He goes to Wilkinson Church of Christ. what can I say...altogether good package in one. He is also very close to his dad and talks to him every other day if not everyday. I get to meet his parents Tuesday!!! AHH! definitely freaking out about that. in a good way. I could probably talk all day about him! wanna know a secret. rhetorical question cause I'm going to tell you whether you want to hear it or not! I'm scared to death. scared to get close to him. scared of being hurt. scared of someone who actually might want to be with me for a long period of time. (he's already talking about Thanksgiving and Christmas with me and throwing me a huge graduation party). scared because I'm so happy with him. but everyday that goes by I become less and less afraid, letting him into my life and getting to know everything and I do mean everything about him. surely this can't be a man who will knock down some of the walls that I have built in my life. I don't want to let my walls down. They are my safety. I don't want to be happy. It's happened so many times before....happy (very happy) with someone and the next day they dump me or break my heart. It seems that I have gotten use to it. but with him its seems different. for the first time I don't have to give myself excuses for something that I find wrong. With him I'm not telling myself "this is all I deserve". He's going to start coming to church with me! and I will be going to his church with him. let me ask you something. Have you ever had a man/woman (depending on who reads this) who wants to do nothing but stare at you for hours doing nothing else but looking into your eyes? James does this to me. I tell him he's melting me and he says "melt because I'm never going to get tired of just looking at you". When we look at each other nothing has to be said, no kiss has to be made. Our eyes talk to one another. ok ok I'm shutting up!!!!! except to say that we don't love each other. not yet. I won't say it and he won't either. we both know that love is a terribly terribly serious thing. Those three words are overused. and I will wait a thousand years if that's what it takes till I say I love you to any man. until later..........