when whatshisface on the bachelor said ‘I want to live in a bubble with somebody. I want to live in some unrealistic idealistic bubble where we’re convinced that we are like more in love than couple that ever lived.’ i thought it was sorta sweet, kinda silly, certainly unrealistic, and more than a little idealistic.

until i realized…that’s exactly where i am.

in a room full of people, my mister is usually the one that has my full attention. and the one i most enjoy talking at.

i’ve heard it said that during the early stages of romantic love, your brain gets flooded with all kinds of hormones – it mimics someone that’s on cocaine. so, let’s blame biology for my occasional antisocial tendencies…

i mean, we’re not at the point where we embrace the public grope like we’ve just entered a competition for public fondling and the grand prize is more of each other (yet).

i wish i could be apologetic for it (that’s a lie), but i’ve waited a long time to feel like this and i love it.

i’ll be the first to admit – it’s gross (to others), it’s annoying (for everyone else), and it reeks of all that mushy stuff movies are made of, but there is no place else i want to be. ever.

cheers to that.

bring on the bubbly.