Perfection.

I've been sitting here staring at a blank screen for seven minutes now.. I have so much to say. But I'm so scared to say it. I don't want to jinx anything. But at the same time, I don't know how it could be jinxed. Cause he's perfect.

He is a man. A handsome, and sexy man. He works hard. He is generous. He is thoughtful. He is respectful. He opens doors. And walks me to my car. And after we say goodbye, he calls me two seconds later just to say hello. He is a father, and will talk endlessly about how great his kids are. He'll never miss one of his kids games, and last night he took his daughter to dinner. Just the two of them. He is kind. He is funny. He is humble. He goes to church every sunday, and to his nephews soccer games. He is a man. A real man.

And by some miracle, or act of God, this man likes me. He gets me. He thinks I'm a "10", and a Cover Girl, and "loves to hang out with me". And the other day, I thought I hurt myself during my "spring cleaning extravaganza", he called me and texted me to see if I was okay, cause he was genuinely worried about me. And then he calls to say goodnight.

Tonight we have our first official date, and I'm trying not to freak out. But all I can think about is if he's gonna kiss me. Cause once that happens, its all over.


Stick a fork in me, friends. I am Done.