A cute boy! EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

I met a nice man today...he lives in Richmond.

With the exception of the self-sabotauging long distance habit I am yet to solve, I know something has changed in my relating with men since beginning therapy. This man was/is, in my opinion, out of my league. Even so I didn't do my normal thing of searching for, and focusing on his negative qualites and being chilly (rejecting them before they reject you.)

I also took his compliments seriously. Usually I find a way to turn compliments in my head into 1. Kissing up 2. Off base or 3. Evidence of a fatal flaw (he likes that about me because he is lacking in it and wants to tap my life force and drain me [extreme, but a common and genuine emotion for me!]) One reason I was willing to accept his compliments was he complimented meaningful things. He also made lots of compliments about my looks which I didn't take very seriously...but I thouroughly enjoyed them. ;)

He is a middle-class guy and I didn't automatically assume and mentally accuse him of being a shallow, privledged, dope (also because he didn't behave as one)

He got me! He understood what the hell I was talking about (a start) and based on his compliments, I think he could see my strengths.

Ooh, and he is yummy to look at ;)

My hopes aren't high, I am not excited. I am certian he will call but I have been "certain" about many people. I am not going to make anything happen. I am, however, still open enough to let something happen. He was a cool guy.

(Thanks to the 3 nice men and 1 nice demon who have visited and commented on my site- a girl can't stereotype men when she keeps being confronted with exceptions to the incorrect sexist categories she has created)

mood: sick (Pizza)