October 8, 2002

Hanging Out with Sir Cary Grant...

It appears that the man that I'm 'hanging out with' is from the movies. 

He's a bit like Cary Grant. 

I've recently spent the weekend away with him.  Before you gasp in horror, this trip has been planned for months, way before "the kiss" that led us to our current status of "Hanging Out".  

We went to visit my 'fake niece' at college and to see a football game.  My touchstone L and her BF T were our co-captains for the weekend. 

I had a blast.  Correction - we had a blast.  

The weekend was perfect.  Our team won.  The tailgate rocked.  The townhouse where we stayed was just right.  

And I got to know him just a little bit more. 

I guess I like him a little bit more. 

He's unlike anyone I've ever "hung out" with before.  

I'm scared of him.  He's too good.  He's too perfect. 

There's got to be a scary monster hiding in the jack-in-the-box.  Right? I mean there has to be. 

A man like this doesn't exist.  

A man that goes out and BRINGS coffee to his 'hanging out' girl and her friend and BF when he doesn't even DRINK coffee?

A man that helps prepare things, and takes care of tasks without even being asked once?

A man that protects women from a man that has drunk too much and was getting a wee aggressive - that is MUCH bigger than him - without thinking or batting an eyelash?  

A man that holds my hand and kisses me in public?

A man that tells me I'm pretty even when I know I look like hell from the wind blowing and the 8 hours of drinking?

A man that can still be charming and hold my attention even when he's showing his real "Bad Boy" side when he's hanging out with the boys - being a typical man? 

I've spotted him.  Ladies, unlike the underwire bra that promises not to hurt, he does exist.  I've seen it.  I've experienced it. 

Now all I'm waiting for is that damn monster to pop out. 

It has to happen - right?  

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