Valentine’s day is made for lovers.
I’d like to say that I have found the love of my life. He is well rounded, easy going and fun to be around. We have intelligient conversations, he does his part to contribute to the household. He cooks and I clean, I can’t complain. He has manners, works out and helps me eat healthier. He’s supportive in what I want to do with my life and I’m supportive in his ideas. We bounce ideas off of each other and we are realistic about our money and goals. I can say I have met my match. My friends mostly have said in the past that I’d never find my equal, or anyone to balance me out. To tell you the truth when I found him (again) I wasn’t really looking for a relationship of any substance. I thought my time had past and was secure in playing the field for a few more years.

Yes, I said again. We met over four years ago. I was a speakerbox boy. You know the type. Not insecure, dancing my ass off with no shirt. Not quite a twink but not a quite a jock. Down to earth and down the middle on everything. I don’t usually socialize with people when I go out. The climate in boistown chicago is more transient than most people are accustomed too. I use to live in champaighn urbana and have learned to accept that guys don’t stay in one place for longer than a few years unless they are settling down.

So we talked and I took him home, a few years later we did the same thing. Now, october 2007 I was ready for settling down. I have said since the night I met him (the first time) that I would settle down with this guy. I felt bad avoiding his calls. I said to myself, I’m not ready I can’t break his heart. Send him back when I’m ready.

Well…
Love comes to you when your not looking.
Life is not how you planned.
If it is ment to be it will come back around.

I have never been happier. I have never felt as appreciated as he makes me feel. Everynight when I go to sleep I truely am at peace. I know with him, he’s got my back and there is nothing we can’t make it through together.

Happy valentine’s day. xoxox