The Brit BF's Best Boyfriend Ever status just went stratospheric. I came home from the library on Friday to find a vase of flowers, with my name on it, sitting on my doorstep. That brightened my mood to the nth degree. It was the frosting and cherry on top. I was happy to get the CD and the card but the flowers were, like wow. The card attached was beautiful, pledging a lifetime of joy and devotion. What a guy. I don't think I've ever been involved with a man who has really knocked my socks off like he does. I just hope he's as equally pleased with me. Yes, he's always murmuring sweet nothings in my virtual ear but I can't shake the feeling that they're just words with no weight behind them. Maybe it's just old behaviors and the ghosts of past relationships getting in the way. I meantime, I was involved with one guy (another "nice Jewish boy") who saw our relationship as an obligation and just said stuff he read in the same magazines and books I read. The part time bf is a no go as far as long term relationships go. There have been a lot of one-date wonders but this is different. Still, like the attention (who wouldn't) he lavishes on me. I like not feeling I have to hold up the relationship. The only downer is mom feels the need to insert herself into the relationship. She is incredible (irony alert). I really think she can't stand that I'm found someone who brings warmth and joy into my life; not approved or managed by her. It's like I can only experience a rare moment of happiness unless it's created, approved, and managed by her and publiclyacknowledged by me. What is this woman's problem? Mom just has this way of crapping all over everything good in my life that doesn't involve or revolve around her. Regardless, I just keep thinking about the lovely unexpected gesture. Wow.
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