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bubbly.

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.

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research.

WARNING: HIGH SNARK & CRAZY FACTOR

proceed at your own risk. i’m 2 cups of coffee in and i have 2 bar method classes under my belt.

some call it ‘stalking,’ i call it ‘love.’

my best friend recently met a girl. he likes the girl. he told me her name and within 5 minutes, i had messaged him 3 photos of her.

i won’t lie, i engage in some mild to moderate facebook stalking from time to time.

the victims are typically:
a) ex-boyfriends
b) ex-girlfriends of current boyfriends

i can openly admit this now since the guy is no longer in my life…but i was on a mission one day to track down a photo of the guy i was dating’s (we’ll call him ernie*) ex-girlfriend. let me walk you through the crazy of my mind.

my first course of action was to find ernie on facebook, which i couldn’t do…he’s unsearchable. (so am i, sneaky move). i’m smarter than that though, i found his sister. which led me to him, HA!

and then, i looked through each of their friend lists to find friends they had in common. i didn’t know his ex-girlfriends name. just where she lived and her ethnicity. lo and behold, after a few clicks: i found my girl.

and then another dead end. her photo was of a child**. maybe a niece? sorta cute. mostly irritating.

but now i was armed with a name. so, i did what any intelligent researcher would do. i googled imaged her. no luck. couldn’t figure out which cute or not-so-cute face it could be.

after some more hunting i figured out where she worked…

…found her linkedin profile. and no photo! (don’t judge me, i am CURIOUS)

seriously, this chick was killing me.

although, during my delving i did find one of his previous ex girlfriends. currently married and still very much interested in him…she was on a reality tv show. not that cute (she didn’t hurt my eyes, but i am definitely easier to gaze upon). (i’m allowed to be a snot, she was bratty about me dating him ~ jealousssssssss. i am seriously snarky today). i felt fully justified in my scrutiny of her since she asked him for a photo of me and after being grouchy about someone dating her ex, she finally conceded to my looks. i mean, when your ex-boyfriend dates someone who is cuter than you there isn’t much you can say…

and then with a more recent victim, i sent the following email to a friend: i’m stalking their facebook. unblocked photos. i’m making a ‘research’ folder and emailing you photos when i’m done.

the internet is so bad for me!

i think it is evident that i am a lunatic.

…though an honest one.

*NOT his real name
**she has since updated her facebook profile pic to one of her, and i’m not impressed. or disgusted. he could do better. in fact, he did.

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you’ve gotta update your fairytale, baby.

‘you live in a fantasy world’ my mom said to me about 4 years ago when i described my ideal relationship/partner to her.

‘you won’t find that. sometimes you need to train them’ my cousin advised after telling her what i wanted in a mate.

i bring a lot to the table. and i expect the same. so, while i love & respect both these women, as the eternal optimist, i refused to settle. and THANK GOODNESS.

i don’t remember the first place i was when i began to dream of the boy that would someday tell me he loved me…but i knew immediately when i first felt ‘it’.

‘falling in love consists merely of uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.’

the complete surrender of your heart & feelings to someone else is unnerving, but more gratifying than anything i’ve ever felt. magical.

i can’t explain the serenity that comes from knowing your heart is in the best possible hands & exactly where it’s meant to be. so, i’ll say what it seems i’ve been saying repeatedly: i’m happy.

and living my fairytale.

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trust creates peace.

…says my yogi tea this morning.

and i agree.

at the risk of sounding like a broken record, i haven’t ever felt this ‘at peace’ – and not in the creepy/dead way. just happy. so so SO happy.

glad i never ever settled.

thankful i trusted the universe.

and i swoon over the message that my boyfriend sent to my bestie: The way I love my girlfriend should replace all definitions in every dictionary, descriptions in every novel & examples in religious writing.

*swoon, swoon, SWOON*

..and while i know there is no such thing as ‘perfect’ – to me, he is. perfect for me, anyway.

we will return to our regularly programmed snark & sass soon. stay tuned….