I catch myself daydreaming at work when no one is around but not about things that I wish would happen, things that have already happened, with him. Like the time we were at The Comedy Club and while the headliner was trying to make us laugh we were trying to keep our hearts from pounding out of our bodies as our fingers inched towards each other for the first time and we held hands across the table. Or when we watched some random show on television and got so close to each other that I could feel his warm breath on my neck then my face as his shy lips sought mine. Magnetically our lips met and he kissed me for the first time. Remembering how weak my knees went as his tongue explored, gives me goose bumps all over again. The first time we went to the movies, the first time he did something that I didn't like and the first time he ever apologized for it. I giggle like a school girl at the thought of our first conversation turned argument as it plays back in my head so clear and concise, like a film, and how it ended with us laughing because one of us made a joke. So many firsts in so little time. Three weeks actually. And even though I am leaning towards the belief that he may be the one, I am still holding true to my word that there will be no actual sex until I am sure. Be it months or weeks from now. And now that I have mentioned that to him he is making sure that I stick to it. That has never happened to me before. A guy that respects me so much that how I feel, about what we feel about what we are doing, is more important than doing the deed right now. And I am starting to think that if I am right about all of this, we will be so intimate by that time that it will just enhance whatever we have at that point and be much more enjoyable than anything I have had in the last six years, or will ever have again, well hopefully I wont have to have anything again...