"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, that's her..." Unknown
I stumbled upon this quote this afternoon while surfing around and it hit home. It meant something because this quote is my daily experience with Super Dad. An experience so vastly different from The Leech, Montana Man, The Southern Gentleman, Harry Goldenblatt, Bolt, and the countless others that have long since fallen by the wayside.
This only further fuels the ideas swirling in my head that I need to jump on the happiness train - pass go, collect $200 - and see where this trail goes. This drive within me is something so foreign as all my decisions are logical and carefully planned out. But the how is not important to me right now, I only know what the end result must be.
When Super Dad was relaying the tales from Friday night, not only did he say that the only thing missing was me; I already felt that I am missing out on my life there. But we do have a plan to see each other in a few weeks and I need to present the idea for the remainder of July. I need to see where this road goes.
Outside of this, guess who called this week? The Southern Gentleman. yeah. too little, too late.