Introducing, My Man....

He shall be called *drum roll*..........

Mr. Sweetie! And I will tell you why in a minute, but first.....

As I've mentioned before, my marriage ended, leaving me devastated. I just knew that I was going to be alone for the rest of my life and nobody would ever love me. I was wrong!

A few short months after my ex-husband left and I realized just how unhappy I actually was with him, I decided that it was time to move on. Why not? He had....and before he had officially moved out, so I was ready to enter the dating scene again. Talk about scary! I had been with someone for over 15 years and things were just not the way they were back in my single days.

Not knowing where to begin, I hit the internet. I joined a singles online dating match up sort of thing, and I found a guy. We talked by IM for quite some time, had extensive phone conversations and planned to meet. One day. I was chicken. Not only was I still officially married, but the thought of actually meeting someone in person and going on a date scared the dog doo doo out of me. Well, that ended before it began. Turns out he was a jerk in disguise, but I had fun while it lasted. Moving on.

I decided to look for some guys on Myspace. Why not? I had joined Myspace while I was still married, and only used it as an avenue to stay in touch with friends from afar and that was all. I figured I may as well use it for some potential dating prospects. So the searching began.

I found a few potential 'datable' men and friend requested them. I had one that contacted me right away, asked to meet me and I was off on my first date in over a decade! To make a long story short, we went on a couple more dates after that, but he had too much baggage/drama in his life for me, so that was the end of that.

Meanwhile, Mr Sweetie was just hanging around as a friend and not saying much, unless I would comment him or message him first. He always answered me back, though. Being bold like I am at times, I asked him if he'd like to IM and of course he said he'd love to. I mean, who couldn't resist little 'ole me, right? Ha!

Needless to say, we chatted quite a bit, he asked to take me out to eat that same weekend and we had our first date. Dinner and a movie. When I say that he talked my head off at dinner, I am not exaggerating. I could not get a word in edge-wise. I think I learned every single thing about him in that one date. Thankfully we had the movie where he was finally quiet. He later informed me that he was so nervous he couldn't stop talking, even though he knew he needed to shut up. I still find that quite flattering.

That was over a year ago. April of last year to be exact. We are still together and I love him like nobody I have ever loved before. He loves me and I know it because I feel it from him. Every. Single. Day.

So I am calling him Mr. Sweetie. The reason being: He is sweet. He calls me sweetie. He loves me. He shows me that he loves me. He calls every single day, all day long, just to say he loves me, and that he's thinking of me. He never gets mad, no matter how sarcastic or ridiculous I am at times. He is affectionate and we have a chemistry that I never have had with anyone else. My heart feels a warmth that it has never felt before, with just a thought of something he said to me or did for me.

Granted, he is not perfect, buy nobody is. Especially not me. I still have issues that I deal with on a daily basis. No thanks to the ex, but I am working on them. Mr. Sweetie frequently mentions marriage and I ever so slightly change the subject. I am not quite ready for that again, but one day I would like to be a wife again. In due time.

I love my Mr. Sweetie, and I am proud to say he loves me too!

This is us, taken this past spring.