Falling in Love ... Is Hard Period.

I have never been the kind of guy who move slowly when it comes to romance.  In fact, I've always had a very Samantha Jones attitude when it comes to love.  I'm not opposed to it, but I certainly do not go around looking for it.  In fact, I've been perfectly okay with the fact that I'd be eternally single and just 'date' sporadically.

I have to say, though, my inner Miranda Hobbs is seeping through again... that cynic who has a touch of love just waiting for someone to give it to ...

I have forgotten what it feels like to have feelings for someone who actually feels the same feelings for me.   In a way it frightens me because I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.  And yet I throw myself forward in this melange of feelings with reckless abandon, like some crazy Charlotte York.

As gay as the aforementioned Sex and the City references sound, they're accurate.  I am terrified I am going to screw this up.  I am at a loss for dating someone who actually feels for me what I feel for him.  I didn't want a relationship at this point in my life; I have truly been okay being single.  I'm actually happy single.

However ... 

Now I'm happy not being single, so I have to figure out why that is.

Pretty true to form, the men in my life who actually make a real, lasting impact come into my life two to three years apart, so it is time for something if pattern is to be trusted.  However, this time I feel strange butterflies.  I feel like there's this electric cloud above me making all the bad stuff alright.

So here I go again ... embarking on a romantic journey.  Afraid.  Excited.  Enchanted.  Falling in love. Ready to Dive Head Fucking First!