One Week Later

And I have managed to only logon to Myspace once or twice while at work. I figure big brother can kiss my ten year tenure ass for a couple trips a week.

Speaking of my ass, which I rarely do. Maybe I should speak of it more often? Mike took me out for my first bike ride on Monday night. I was able to wear my fancy new helmet with pink flames. I figure if I am going to have bad hair do to saftey I might as well have a pretty helmet.

At first I was petrified. The only other time I have been on a bike was when I was about ten and it was with my dad. I don't even have to begin to explain to you the trust that was there. Not that I don't trust Mike, I do. It's just the new and different aspect of it.

And, because he loves me so much, he gets RIGHT on the freeway. I clenched my jaw and held on tight imagining the gazillion possible ways for us to die. Then... out of nowhere it stopped and I started enjoying it. People totally check out bikes, men with their looks of longing, woman check out my cute helmet. I am addicted. I really can't wait for Saturday when we do the MDA ride.

Speaking of Mike.... He really is fantastic. I have never had this much fun with someone I am dating. We constantly have something to talk about and more importantly laugh about. He doesn't take himself too seriously and doesn't take me too seriously. Refreshing in every way possible.

Although Matilda did say something that threw me off guard. Now normally Matt and I talk about everything. By this point in time he would know what I was feeling etc. But... he's been traveling a lot lately and dealing with his own crazy issues, so our girltalk time has been limited. Sunday night I was picking him up from the airport (yet again a delayed flight). We were talking as I was driving him home when I mentioned how I was not in the best of moods on Saturday and tried to pick a fight with Mike (which kudos to him for not taking my bait). Matilda's respone "Why would you pick a fight with the person you are going to spend the rest of your life with?"

Umm... what? I hadn't discussed this with him. While he is very accurate, it just hadn't been shared. This is why I state that Matilda is my soul mate, my other half. We just know. Like those times when I just get this feeling and give him a call to find out that he's had a really bad day. Or when he calls just at the right time. We can say things with out speaking. I love my BFF.

So having someone that understands me as well as he does say what he did... well it just solidifies my feelings for Mike just a tad bit more.