Rationalist, schmationalist

The rationalist in me says to take it easy because we’ve not been together that long, and that the completely amazing conversation and ability to relate to one another transparently and completely might not last, and that her gorgeous smile, cute freckles, amazing eyes and sexy body are just. er, wait. that’s not the rationalist…!

Rationalist, schmationalist. I’m in love.

Every single cheesy love song applies, and has suddenly become more interesting to hear. All euphemisms and movie quotes about love apply. All the good stuff that “they” say about true love is all there. Delilah would have 1000’s of songs to dedicate to our love.

Since we grew from being good friends, I think there’s less of a risk of feeling blinded by these feelings and ignoring innate differences that would make being together challenging or impossible. But what’s cool is that Wendy and I like to talk about things. Hard things. Money. Living arrangements. Careers. Kids. The future. The past.

We’re both really analytical and have a strong need to think things through, so I’ve even bought a book of questions about relationships that we’ve started to discuss. We even have expressed some differences of opinion, which I think is good right!? Though, I forget what those were…

Apparently my serotonin levels are pretty low because I’m pretty much only thinking about Wendy. I want to spend every waking moment until she returns from Rwanda talking to her, texting, emailing, and blogging about her. And when she gets back I want to make her a dance song playlist on the Zune, cook her dinner, brush teeth with her, hold hands, watch movies, go on fun dates, hold and kiss her, and hang out with her. And whatever else comes up. I don’t care. It just needs to be with her.

In addition to the totally awesome puppy love type stuff in my heart, there are some solid foundation type things that we share that I think may be rare, which just adds to the excitement.

We haven’t had much conflict but we’ve had a few challenges. Her being about 7,000 miles away right now and for much of this year is straining on our ability to relate, and the physical separation can be really tough. Reconciling a few past experiences was a difficult but powerful experience to share and to continue to occasionally deal with together.

Wendy’s an amazing friend. Even when she’s frustrated or upset at something (for instance, both of the times I’ve screwed up, hehe), I know what’s coming up. What comes up is a really caring, empathetic and respectful conversation. We both really care about each other and our relationship, and it comes through in how we relate.

For my part, I’ve been doing a lot of talking, which doesn’t fit my historical profile (I’m the guy who got referred to the counselor because I wasn’t talking much in elementary school). Even conflict. I don’t shy away from disagreeing or making my desires known with Wendy because I know how important (and sometimes interesting) it is for us to work things out. I feel so incredibly comfortable sharing with Wendy that I think that when we talk, there’s a direct line between my heart and my mouth, skipping my brain. And my heart has a lot to say.

So we nail the communication piece. We’re really attracted to each other, we have lots in common, have oodles of fun and we share well. What’s not to love? Nothing, I say!