It is probably the 5hundreth time that I’m pushing my glasses back up tonight and all I can see is his hand doing it for me.  Now I’m pushing his glasses back up and he’s now smiling down at me.  He looks great in his glasses you know, he really did. 

I am convinced that this behaviour is counter-productive to my quest for Singleton status but chile…my internal movie in back on & I’m the star, just watch me…lying up on his bed in his t-shirt and his boxers with my multicoloured socks, watching some flick, holding hands with my man.  He’s given me his jumper ’cause I’m cold…

Here’s my love letter…Dear Mr Contentment, I miss you so much and I really want to marry a man with all of your qualities & much more. I really do you know.  Matter of fact I am putting it out there now-Universe my wish is your command I want to marry a man with all of the qualities that Mr Contentment possesses as well as ALL the characteristics that I have so specifically put down on my list, thank you in advance. HAHA!!!(that man is on the way-before I’m 30, thank ya kindly)

I think that I may have been exploiting him, taking his love ’cause I don’t, well I didn’t want to be alone…but I loved the way he would rub his nose with mine after kissing me or lean(should I say bend, dude is 6′2) & kiss my forehead everytime it was near his lips…it was so natural, girl my husband has gotta do that!!!