Twenty Days a-falling... a-falling "with intent" with you.....

Not YOU you... More like Othello-you. I'm not exactly sure how to describe these days of mine... but it's not love and not lust. After some long talks over the weekend, we discovered that we like eachother "with intent". Intent means that we're lookin' at a future, want the same things, and we intend to achieve them together, if at all possible.

Wait, let's back up.... our weekend was wonderful. He had a key made for me so that I can come over and do my laundry when he's not there. He shares nicely, buys dinner for me, thanks me for cooking for him, and... Othello-man made out with me like a high-schooler at the Train concert at the Greek Theatre in Berkley on Saturday evening. We kissed for 3 hours and the look on his face was "I'm fallin' for ya, girl!"

I can feel that my heart hasn't fallen, although everything else has. It's not just common goals that sets us apart. It's the fact that even when we know it's going to take a lot of changing and growing if we're going to stay together forever...

This one, this Othello (every time I write his name, I say his real name with stars and hearts in my mind)... is a keeper.

--Dot.