Since I love reading about O’s XXXXX. I’ve been thinking alot about what I want in a relationship. I mentioned the “New Guy” in a few previous posts so I guess I’ll update the situation.

I don’t know where to begin. I know I’ve been wishing for a good man to enter my life but I know that I probably only half-heartedly believed before. I had pretty much given up on finding someone when I stumbled on this one. I have to come up with a cute blog name for him but right now I just can’t think of a one word that sums him up. I know it’s all new and at this point everything is cute and wonderful but the interesting thing is that I have a connection to this one that I haven’t had with any of my other dalliances. This time it isn’t about a physical attraction or the fact that we talk alot, it’s somehow different. There’s a certain easy companionship and friendship developing that I am certainly enjoying.

Funny thing is, he’s pretty surprised about the ease of our friendship too. We were talking yesterday about random things and I brought up a secret that he told me. He didn’t even realize that it had just sorta slipped out of him. Matter of fact he was teasing me about how I know things that his family doesn’t even know and how surprised he is that he feels this comfortable with me. I’m more of an open book but I have other friends who are protective of their innermost thoughts so I can understand how big of a deal it is to him. Matter of fact, one of his best friends was just saying that he is only a “motor mouth” with me and that I bring out a side of him that he hasn’t seen in a long time.

I like making life easier for him. He’s working 2 jobs and he doesn’t have a car right now. Yesterday was the first time he took me up on my offer to pick him up from the night job. Took alot of arm twisting and explaining to him that this wasn’t a ploy to come over to the house, I just wanted to see him and do something nice for him. He’s the type that wants to do all of the nice things but I think he’s finally understanding that there are no strings, just me being me. I picked him up, took him home, talked to him in the car for 10 minutes and went home to my house. But how about I love that he always wants me to call when I get home so that he knows I’m safe. Like I didn’t drive at night before I met him.

The timing of course is interesting. I will be away doing rotations for 2 months this summer and for a long time I have contemplated moving out of Chicago. Now I’m thinking maybe I’ll play it by ear and make the decision as it gets closer. I am still preparing myself for a move but I’m also looking at the possibility of staying. Not necessarily for him but because I may not need to run away from home anymore. Part of my wanderlust was the fact that I was lonely and thinking that maybe a fresh start is what I need. But maybe, and this is just a maybe, I can have a fresh start here too.