Smitten Kitten

Ya'll, seriously. I am the cotton candy, sunshine and puppies kind of smitten.

I made The Boy, who we shall call A.J., dinner last night. Fajitas. It seemed right. Dinner was delicious, followed by slow dancing in the kitchen, then we walked Wonder Dog Bean, and even her poops seemed romantic.

Now, I have sworn not to give it up to ensure he hangs around. Funny, the amount of time a woman waits for sex is indicative of how significant she expects the relationship to be. Or, you know, maybe it just means she's frigid. It's a toss up. But, after some serious teenagers-in-the-basement kind of making out, we made the disclosures about ourselves that could be potential deal breakers.

A.J.: "You should know that I can't take a good picture. Ever. If I know I'm being photographed, I will make a face to screw it up."

Me: "Fair enough. Please don't ever make me eat anything that's got sweet and savory flavors mixed. I mean it. No honey-roasted peanuts. No sweet and sour chicken. No pineapple-glazed ham."

A.J.: "Alright, deal. I will hold you for approximately 10 minutes before we go to sleep, but I can't fall asleep holding someone or being held, so we're going to have to separate at some point. It's not personal."

Me: "Thank God. Me either. Oh, and I wear a sleep mask. It's pink satin."

A.J.: "... That might hurt your chances."

Kids, he is all sorts of great. In other news, I am giddy with lurve. That's not really other news, but it's all I can think of right now.

In the Comments section, tell me one of your relationship deal-breakers.