Day 53: Good Night my Someone

"Good night, my someone,
Good night, my love.
Sleep tight, my someone,
Sleep tight...my love.

Our star is shining,
Its brightest light,
So good night, my love, for goodnight."

If I was a betting woman, I would put money down on the fact that Megan Matthews is probably the only person who will properly identify those song lyrics...and possibly hum along.

It's a song from the Music Man, and a song I sing often when I'm alone in my house.  Actually, I have my own set list of mushy, romantic, sucks-to-be single songs that I sing in the safety of my own home.

This song, is one of them.

Because the character who sings it, is singing out to the stars, because she doesn't have any one else to sing it to.


"But I must depend,
On a wish and a star.
As long as my heart,
Doesn't know who you are."


Depressing, isn't it?  Even more depressing when you consider the fact that I sing this song alone in my house, well, technically, I sing this song to a borderline deaf dog...but in my defense, I'm not sitting in a picture window (like Marian) and singing to the stars.  Though I find it incredibly romantic that she sings it to the stars.  When I'm away from someone I love, I tell them to look at the moon, and (for some reason) I find solace in the fact that (no matter how far apart we are), we're gazing at the exact same thing.  Makes you seem closer in a hopelessly romantic world.

 Ok...so why all this mush you ask?

Because I met someone that I could see myself singing this song to.  I'm writing Day 53 on Day 54...because I had a date on Day 52 and Day 53 ;)  And two dates last week.  That's four dates in seven days...and a mighty impressive record if you don't mind me saying so myself ;)

He's fantastic.  When people ask what's wrong with my foot...I joke that he swept me off my feet too fast ;)  Romantic, right? He's perfect, and like no one I've ever dated before...and certainly no Minnesotan, because up until he came along, I was convinced that all men in this God-forsaken state were destined to be alone, and wouldn't know a good thing if she walked right up to 'em and kissed 'em on the lips (because, trust me, I've kissed a few :P ha).  But this particular man (and Minnesotan) that I met, did just that.  He swooped me into his arms and hasn't let go (yet).  Tells me every day that he's crazy about me.  He calls, he texts...he doesn't play stupid games.  Doesn't run away and hide, or panic when things get serious.  He wants to see me as much as he can, and can't get enough of me.  He opens doors, picks up tabs, and has a hankerin' for protecting me and keeping me safe.  He's perfectly adorable, says all the right things at the right time, and makes me feel like I'm a girl that's worth showing off, and a girl that's worthy of love.  And that's huge.

Oh, and he's hot.  Incredibly hot with big bulging muscles.  And that helps ;)

Ha.  He's probably reading this now, which instantly makes this more embarassing.

But if I know him like I think I do, he won't care.  He's probably smiling to himself now, saying "Oh Honey," in this adorable southern accent he picked up somewhere between Albert Lea and Eagan, and scratching his head to come up with some self-deprecating comment to deflect my compliment.

Which is fine by me...because pretty soon, I may have someone to sing this to.

"Sweet dreams be yours dear,
If dreams there be.
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.

I wish they may,
And I wish they might.
Now good night, my someone.
Good night."

xoxo