Its a hell of a thing.
A girl, a woman really, has spent so much time being strong for herself and for her child. Doing things on her own, making all the choices and hard decisions.
So why is it that this hard working woman, mother of one, can't figure out how to make the choices and hard decisions when it comes to her first romance in 5 years?

The say that in 2011 one in eight relationships were founded online. Its within this crazy, kinky, slightly over dramatic, and maybe just a smidgen creepy world that I met Him. My man. My lover. My heart.
He's infuriating, slow moving with matters of the heart, slightly conceited, highly intelligent, wonderfully dominant, and attractive man. In some ways he reminds me so much of my father that I laugh, and I mean full on belly laugh.In other ways he gives me things I have never had from a man in my adult life.

The man has a voice that puts butterflies in my tummy. I read somewhere once that a woman was trying to describe 'the feeling' she got when her man  used 'that voice' on her. She likened it to her stomach going ka-thunk. I have to say that I agree with that; the ka-thunk is definitely what I feel when I hear his voice.

Love.
He has my heart. And my mind. He's the first thought of the morning and my last thought before I go to bed.