Polacks taking over my life...

First there was Adrianna...who I'm still friends with to this day.
Then there was Kamil...who is basically my brother.
Then there's Tomek...who doesn't need an explanation.
Now...Mateusz.

Our date was set up for Saturday. I invited him out to my fav. bar with friends on Friday for happy hour. Happy Hour came and went and Criff Dogs was consumed and I found myself cuddling with him in Union Square Park on some random bench from 9pm until 3am. Refusing to let me go home alone, he came with me to the ferry and waited until it came and continued talking to me via texts until I came home and fell asleep. We talked about everything. To sit there for 6 hours and talk to a person non-stop is pretty mircaulous for me because I enjoy sharing silence with others.
Saturday was the best date I could have imagined.. I met him in the Financial District for dinner on Stone St. and Pearl St... a cobblestoned street filled with restauraunt next to restaurant on both sides and tables on the street in front of the eateries... Feeding each other a bite from what we ordered. Then off to Chinatown for bubble tea mmm :9 Train up to Columbus Circle and walking around Central Park trying to find some lake he remembers but ending up sitting down by a different lake and continuing on going conversation. After night fell we decided to walk downtown to find a place where we can sit and talk without worrying about shouting over music or people trying to get wasted and escape their pathetic lives. Ended up going to see Watchmen in Times Sq (worst movie ever!). Again, he walked me to the ferry and waited with me until it came. Got home 3am. Progress? :p

Sunday I went to the Auto Show with Angelo. You could see the recession hitting. Not as many booths/attractions/cars...Maserati was no where in sight, for example. I found myself turning around expecting him to be there so I could grab his hand or hug him. He wasn't there.

Monday after work we meet up to get dinner and end up sitting in Starbucks for hours talking. Over dinner he presented me a small gift that has turned out to be one of the most useful things in my car. A dual Blackberry/iPod charger. Something he mentioned in passing and I knew I should get around to buying. To have someone go out of their way to be thoughtful like that meant more to me than anything else. In Starbucks he and I sat next to each other and poured out our hearts a bit while everyone was running outside trying to get out of the pouring rain. It was very surreal and I had to catch myself a few times.

With him I can't read my emotion. I guess I'm too busy soaking him in and being dumbfounded by his clear blue eyes and the feel of his soft skin at my fingertips. When he's away all I want is to have him back. Us being together feels natural and effortless and unforced. He is what I've been looking for. What all these others tried to be. We are disgustingly affectionate and romantic with each other and I savour every moment of it. I love being able to say the cheesiest most romantic thing to someone who welcomes it and is able to reciprocate that.

I let go of the steering wheel. I am letting things flow and a current has picked me up and I have no desire to fight it. I want to strengthen it and see how far it takes me and what I find and learn.

Mat makes me ridiculously happy. All he has to do is put his arm around me and instantly I melt. I never want to leave his embrace. I look at him sometimes and freeze because I cannot believe that this handsome, sweet guy is mine. His kisses make me dizzy and make me want more of him and I have to have it.

I am incredibly happy.