Looks and Brains and Assorted Proclivities

The Jazzman and I have been together for eight weeks now, and—for me—every minute of our time together has been heavenly. I have never been with a man who felt so comfortable and right to me, right for me. There are no disagreements, no arguing, no stress or distress. We are both, I believe, of a placid temperament, which is defined as "tranquil, peaceful, calm". At the same time, he possesses a hilariously funny sense of humor. When we are out with friends, I am weeping with laughter the entire time. He is easy to open up to, and makes himself open in return. Heaven, I tell you. Heaven.

We look at the world similarly. Where there is dissimilarity, there is openness and the willingness to learn. There's no aggressive, in-your-face, if-you-don't-believe-this-way-you're-crazy talk. (Been there. Hate that.)

Yes, I'm completely aware it's only been eight weeks. Things can change. We're probably both on our best behavior at this point. But it feels like things will not change. It feels like there's a very lovely tree-shaded dappled-sun road ahead.

(And yes, I know I have documented in this space moments of fear and doubt. But that's me with all my Little Adoptee shortcomings. That's all about me, not about the relationship. I'll grow up someday.)

I feel beyond lucky, beyond blessed, to have found a man with whom I am so compatible. I refer you back to a post I wrote over a year ago, upon observing locals over my morning mocha at Starbucks. When you meet a potential Someone, whether in cyberspace or in the real world, you never know when the looks and the brain and the heart are all going to be in convergence—if ever.

I've got a man who is attuned to himself and to the world around him, and I'm one lucky girl old broad.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!