The Mythical "Nice Guy"

I'm not ready to dismiss by buddy Gene's lovely offer to meet in Akron [Thanks, Snake. I'm just crazy about you! And thanks for defending my honor on that bedroom thing. That will be our little secret.], however I am totally smitten with a new man in my life. I've not written about it sooner (except in emails to a few of you) because I didn't want to jinx things. Not that I'm superstitious or anything. Okay, maybe just a LITTLE superstitious!

I don't remember dating being this confusing or requiring this much effort when I was younger! Of course, that could explain all the lousy choices I made when I was younger. But I digress...

PW is one of those nice guys women assume are purely mythical. He treated me to dinner last week at a lovely restaurant on a lake where we had a table by the window. Very romantic. He brought me flowers this weekend with a note reading, "I'm glad we met". (Along with veggies from his garden!) He doesn't smoke, doesn't hunt, has a good job, likes parties and will even dance! (How about that, Paul?) He's easy to talk to, treats me like a lady and doesn't seem to have any unresolved issues. He has two college-aged kids, both attending school on academic scholarships. He beams with pride when he talks about them. It's absolutely charming. On top of all that, he's very good-looking with the most beautiful hazel/green eyes.

I'm hoping that the "men problems" Ol' Hoss referred to in his guest post yesterday may be a thing of the past.

If not, I'll be relocating to Akron, Ohio, without so much as a backward glance at those stinkin' Connecticut dinosaurs!