The Man in the Yellow Hat

Dear Universe,

It has been a long time coming, but this upper East-sider has officially fallen into a whirlwind of love. Prepared to endure mockery, and perhaps even the fallouts that this announcement brings, -it most certainly is official: I have a boyfriend. While I'm not running to change my facebook status, I am in the process of making some very serious calls and emails that outline my exclusivity. As the boyfriend says of his calls, "there are some definate haters out there." *sigh.

He's nothing I expected, and yet everything I have wanted for so long all wrapped into one. 'Like me, he is from a torn, yet adaptive, family. He loves-hard. Meaning, like me...he is a hopeless romantic. Day one-three we can't stop talking. The similarities and signs point to Serendipity. Date 1: I am greated with a kiss on the cheek, and I am stunned how the man in the yellow hat holding a guitar is an inch shorter than me...He is not bothered, and as he opens doors and we dicuss art, I am put at ease. The paintings we view are exceptional, and after a quick kiss to verify we are in fact on a date, the man in the yellow hat does something you only see in movies...he pulls me behind a wall in the art gallery and we share a soul-reaching kiss. I get off-centered.

Date 2: we share with his best friend. They drink, and we are falling. Date 3: its over...we know we could be apart, but we know we belong together. He won't let me rush, and keeps our relationship innocent. I'm told I'm "that girl" he's been dreaming of. I'm asked if I'm ready. I am. I'm offered everything he has, I offer my heart.

So there it is. A committed, exclusive, loving relationship. Yayyyyyy Art.......

I'll keep you updated, xoxo, DCGG