"I like you too"

What happens once two people have just told each other that they like each other? Do they date, start a relationship, go from there?

It's awkward. It's like the first kiss, where both parties don't know each other's style, but will eventually get used to each other and be able to adjust accordingly. We've got our ways of expressing our interest to each other, and yet silence still seems to punctuate it. Something's there and we both know it. It's almost agonizing that we're not spending time together out any sooner.

It's been a while since I've experienced intense mutual attraction. It's exhilarating, and my head is reeling from the possibilities. I anticipate the sparks in the physical affection, the feeling of liking, admiring, respecting and getting the same thing in return. Just for this moment I proudly toss away using the statement, "I'm single." No more doubts like the past ones, I really look forward to a relationship, because he is it. Someone I see to as analytical, a good listener, wise, cool and calm on the surface but feels deeply, and cute too. No more "wanting out from the very beginning," because there's the security of him seeing me as wonderful, just as how I see him too.
I have a feeling this state of being in the air won't last forever, this being consumed by thoughts of him, this rush of joy. Maybe that's not such a bad thing, since I still have a life of my own to get back to. Still, it's not like I should take my breathless anticipation for granted. Being in love with love is a happy feeling, but there's a reason why it's temporary.

We couldn't be happier,
Right, dear?
Couldn't be happier, right here
Look what we've got, a fairy-tale plot
Our very own happy ending
Where we couldn't be happier
True, dear?
Couldn't be happier
And we're happy to share
Our ending vicariously
With all of you
He couldn't look handsomer,
I couldn't feel humbler,
We couldn't be happier
Because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true!

Quit foolin' around

For a long time I have questioned the validity of my blog title. College sent me some jolts I was not totally prepared for. Well, not totally. Being mature about conflicts can apply to anything. For such a long time I have refused the idea of being anyone's object of affection. Perhaps it has been inculcated in my head that I'm unapproachable or unattractive because I wasn't exposed so much from an all-girls high school and didn't really received those types of comments enough to believe it. Perhaps in college there are still the same sorts of highly hormonal guys and the same sorts of drama that result from them as they were in high school. The backbiting of high school is so passé, and I'm tired of the mind games that the girls have used on each other. It's funny how sometimes I see college guys try it on girls as if it's a wonderful, new, successful tactic that they just discovered and invented. I'm glad I know better, although I still suffer a little bit as I tend to blame myself quite a lot. Basically where I'm going with this is that there are still some lessons of high school to learn in college. It was probably best this way, to gain maturity then deal with the problems.
I suppose it takes time to do everything that I have to do. Time to regain self-esteem, and time to realize that there is such thing as attraction, regardless of how much I feel it won't apply to me.