Found: Funions

Probably not what she was looking for, but somehow it works.

Last we spoke about the man that is known as Funions I was a little on the fence about him.  Disappointed in his hyper sexuality, though lots of other things seemed great.

Since then there was another date, another talk about not moving so fast, and once again feeling forced into moving faster than I wanted to, despite the talk we had just had 20 minutes before and my own vow to not let it happen again.

I once again accept partial blame for this.

In the time between that date and Funions and my next date, I had those dates with Dr. House & Chupacabra lined up, so I figured Funions was on his way out.

But last week changed all that.

Funions invited me out with his friends on Wednesday night on my side of town.  Seemed low key and also it was mid week so I could tell him he couldn't spend the night without feeling so guilty.  Out we went.

When we got home he asked to come in and I made clear before he did that he was not spending the night.  He seemed ok with this.

Turns out he was MORE than ok with this because after some smooching on the couch HE brought up the fact that he had been pressuring me to do more than I felt comfortable doing and he apologized for that.  We had a talk about how I didn't feel listened to when he pushed his agenda and how I wanted to do things because I wanted to do them, not because I just got tired of fighting him.

I went to bed that night alone, and very happy, feeling much better about Funions.

I went to his house 2 days later to spend the night and he even invited me to bring my dog.  I love my dog more than Jack Nicholson loves the Lakers so it meant a lot to me that he suggested this without my subtly dropping hints.

We had the most lovely, chilled out, relaxing, wonderful time together.  I beat him to his house and he gave me his code to get in so when he arrived home I was waiting on the couch.  He told me he liked coming in to find me there, which of course gave me the warm fuzzies.

We went out to dinner, watched some TV, snuggled a lot, told each other how much we liked each other, and when we went to bed *I* was the one who initiated some lovin', not him.  The following morning we slept in, walked with the dog to brunch, took a long walk on the beach, and snuggled a lot more.

As we were walking back to his house from the beach I realized that it felt right.  This is what I have been looking for.  I feel completely comfortable with him, respected by him, have no questions about where I stand with him, and I trust him.  I love hanging out with him, he makes me laugh, he's interesting....

.....and he has a kid.  That last part I was definitely NOT looking for.  But I am realizing I can miss out on this great guy who could someday be a great husband and father (because I already know he's good at that) and deal with this new situation I never factored into my own fairytale, or I can say 'Thanks but no thanks,' and continue this exhaustive search for the perfect guy.

I'm choosing the former.

You know it's love when you want to keep holding hands even after you're sweaty,
LL

(Note: Funions and I have had no talk of exclusivity so I do not yet need to change the title of this blog to Love in Los Angeles.  But I'm open to the idea, which is a big step towards that ultimate goal.)