Hours on the phone....

Do you remember the days when you were in high-school. And you found that one person... Who you could talk to for hours on the phone. Without the awkward silences, or the pauses waiting for someone to say something?

When the sun is starting to come up as you put the phone down, and crawl under the blankets to go to sleep.

Well over the course of the last three nights, I have spent 14-15 hours on the phone with this fellah.

It's been easy. Flowing. Amusing and informative.

It's 2013. So to be straight, this is a fellah I "met" on a 'dating web site'. Now take note I have never met him in person.

I've always been told I am easy to talk to. So talking on the phone for hours isn't something new to me. But more-so new to me lately.

I already want to talk to him now... But I have things to do, and I know he does too. But later.. I'm quite sure there will be a lengthy phone call.

He expresses to me how he enjoys talking to me, and throws in 'those' adorably cute flirtatious comments. The way we talk, it's like we have been together, met, and known each other for a long time.

He has repeatedly made comments about 'when we get married'. And normally wouldn't that send any woman running for the hills... But the way he just randomly throws them into a normal conversations is 'cute'.

How can you like someone you haven't even met? There's a chemistry there.

Did I mention he has these HUGE, sumptuous, full, juicy lips. If nothing ever comes of anything... I at least want to see what his lips feel like against mine. How frikken sappy is that? The most succulent lips I have ever seen. I swear.

I'm tempted to throw on my big girl panties and just kiss him when I see him, regardless to see.... feel... know.