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I

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it.

Or not! But who cares? It sure does feel good. And easy. And fun. So I think I’m just going to ride this wave until it crashes. I am happy. Soooo happy right now, and I like it. Mr. Maybe might not be my “one” or my “person” but he is the best thing I’ve found in a long, long time. And yes, it’s early. And yes, it’s new….And yes, I am probably jumping the gun. And yes he has lots of guns, but SO WHAT? Maybe, Mr. Maybe is exactly what I need right now. Maybe he is just here to make me smile, and laugh. Omg, do we laugh. And it’s been forever since I’ve laughed like we do. And it’s not forced; its real. He actually thinks I’m funny. Not like the dicks I’ve gone out with that look at me like I’m an idiot. And he’s not scared of me, or intimidated…Mr. Maybe is totally secure with himself. Love me a secure man.

But who cares, if he thinks I’m funny? He’s funny! And he listens to me when I talk. And I like what he has to say. Even though we can barely understand each other, which is the fucking funniest thing ever. I’m like, “What the hell did you just say?” And he’s like, “I have no clue what’s coming out of your mouth, Pretty Girl.” Sigh, he calls me Pretty Girl. Could you just die? I mean, that’s like the dang sexiest thing alone! Ladies, when was the last time a Southern guy called you Pretty Girl? Makes my heart melt, and I just want to fucking jump him. Really! I wonder if he even knows my real name. I’m so smitten, I don’t even care. He could call a turkey to my front porch, and I’d be like…awwww! Look! It’s a turkey on my front porch! Yay!

But this “language barrier” might be the death of us. You would think we were from different countries. I swear, it’s hilarious.  And I thought I had heard it all. I have friends from the South for fucksake. My very best friend has a Southern accent! But this one ain’t right; my parents are going to flip. My sister is going to plotz. Last night, he actually thought I said I loved him. For real! Haha!! I said something about a place I love in Savannah, and he had the weirdest look on his face. I was like, “What’s wrong?” And he’s all, “Ummm, I don’t really know what to say to that.” And I’m all, WTH? And then I said, “What do you mean, I just was giving my opinion on a place I love!” And he sighed the BIGGEST SIGH EVER!!! I speak so fast, and my Northern accent is so thick I guess. Poor fella thought I said “I love you” or something close to it. OMG I was dying.

So, on a scale from one to ten…ten being the best, I really think this is like a 7 so far. I am giving this a 7 so we have some room for improvement, but in my head I really think it’s an 8. Which still gives us some growing room, but I like an 8 better. I don’t know why, I just do. I wonder if he thinks I’m a weirdo. I wonder if he’s reading this. I wonder if I should maybe quit while I’m ahead? Well, too late. I dig this hick. And I don’t care, I am going to say it here on The Truth Hurvitz. I guess it’s just what I do; I air my dirty laundry. I give you the bad all the time, so I’m giving you a little slice of good. Don’t worry, I’m sure it will suck again soon. But for now, it’s good. One day at a time…

I’m not going to sabotage this one by rushing it, or making him crazy. No siree-bob. I’m not going to get all up in his shit, or ask him if we are seeing other people. Or if we are boyfriend-girlfriend. That’s so circa 1990. It’s so bat-shit-cray! Duh! But if he goes out with another girl I will kick his fucking ass, and then I will kick her fucking ass. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. Although, that might bring my overall rating down to a six. Totally worth it though, for kicking some major assage. Mr. Maybe and Me, has a nice ring to it, don’tcha think? ;)

xo j