OTHER THAN THAT...

My life has been pretty boring, I've been pretty busy keeping up on the Terri Schaivo case, work and school, and I know alot of you are wondering how I'm doing.

Just kinda wondering how I got to be so dang lucky; I'm surrounded by a loving, supportive (though somewhat eccentric) family (LOL), totally awesome friends, and a wonderful guy, who I could write about all day, and still not be able to express how much I love this guy.

A lot of my friends haven't found the right guy yet, a few of them have had their hearts broken by guys they thought loved them... me included, and then along comes Nick. When we first started talking, we were just friends, and that's how I thought it was going to be... because, well... I'm a dork magnet, lol, or I was beginning to think I was. And Nick is anything but a dork...

Okay, let me tell you about the guys that usually asked me out, lol, and you'll say it too: Nora is a dork magnet...

A coworker tried to set me up with her roommate, Jason, a guy who's life ambition was to be Cornhulio from a t.v. show called Beavis and Butthead (the name explains it all). When we met, I wanted to move to Antarctica; he decided he was in love. I had to convince him he wasn't. My room mate was mad at me.

My friend Kate's room mate also got the hots for me, but he juuuuust didn't do it for me. Maybe it was the fact that he wore his pants up to his chest and didn't seem all that bright, but "hot" wasn't a word that came to mind when I thought of him.

Another guy, also named Jason, decided I was dating material after we worked Security together at Country Jam. He won points when he asked my Dad if he could date me, but my dad lost points when he said, "yes". This guy was unemployed, didn't have a car, had no friends, except a guy nicknamed "Sparky". Sparky got his name because he set a building on fire and then pretended to "find" the fire and put it out, so he could be a hero; except it didnt' work, and the building burnt down. Anyhow, the guy called himself "Maverick" off of the movie Top Gun, and told everyone he had a car in his garage that could do speeds up to Mach 5. He also talks to himself and then answers in different voices to create the illusion of a two-way conversation. I suppose, yes, he was crying out for attention and probably just needed the right woman. But it ain't me.

And of course, every person has a stalker, and I had mine. We worked at the same building, he was a behomoth of a man, about 7 ft. tall and 300 lbs or so, and he had a temper about as short as a dynamite fuse. Besides scaring the crap out of me with his vague little references to how "the people that died in the 9/11 attacks deserved it because Americans are too rich and self absorbed", and how the jocks at school made fun of him, but "they wouldn't be laughing if he had come to school with a gun in his hands"... Yeah, if that wasn't enough of a turn off, he made really dirty, explicit remarks to me all the time and thought it was funny. He would always be waiting outside in the parking lot for me, no matter when I came out, and he'd follow me around everywhere. I just about had a heart attack when he followed me into the machine room and casually announced that it was so loud in there that no one could hear me scream. With my wild imagination, I was starting to picture someone finding my dead body washed up in the river that ran behind our building. Sooooo yeah, I was glad when he got fired because he wasn't doing his job (of course he wasn't; he was stalking me all the time). It really wasn't a surprise when I read in the paper that he was in trouble for road rage; apparently he'd run some poor shmuck of the road because he'd cut him off. Make a note: Angry Perverts.... not boyfriend material!!!

So anyway, I wasn't really looking when I found Nick, but I sure noticed him. :) He was smart, he was funny, and he was definately not a pervert. He was really fun to talk to, and we shared alot of the same interests, and he was cute too, which was a nice touch. lol.

So... Somewhere between now and then, I must have lost my "loser magnet" status, because things happened, we started talking more, then writing, then calling... then we met, and it was the coolest thing. When we met, it was like we'd already been together for a long time - well, lol, its hard to explain, it was more like finally reuniting with an old and very dear friend.

Nick is definately the best thing that ever happened to me. He's sweet and attentive and probably knows me better than I know myself, which lol...i'm not perfect by any means, and my personality can't be all that attractive to him some days. :P But the thing that impresses me most and that I love most about him is the respect he treats me with. He cares enough about my feelings and my beliefs and has an interest in what I want, and what I'm thinking, and that's what makes him special to me, I guess.

Yes I'm picky, and yes I have high standards, but there ARE men out there like that, Nick is def. one of them. :)

Unfortunately for my friend's boyfriends, I want just as good for my friends, so I'm pretty tough on the guys if they don't measure up. LOL, just ask some of my gal pals.