Should I?

So, this weekend, Ooma (object of my affection) follows me around while I'm pulling weeds in the landscaping, then later while I'm prepping dinner, and again as I'm getting ready for bed in adoration as we both sometimes find ourselves doing to one another, and he tells me several different times how wonderful I am, how infatuated he is with me, and that I should be his girlfriend. I play along and play hard to get with him, just a little, but I can't help but kiss him and his adoreable attempts. I found this in my lunch box today. By the way - he calls me Oomi (object of my infatuation).
It reads: I love you! You should be my girlfriend nest year too.

no explanation needed

It reads: I love you with a smiley face. (using shorthand symbols)

This is one of Anthony's sweet reminders to me.

The Lunch Box

Drive time between Anthony's and my house is approximately 35 minutes. We have a mutual arrangement where we take turns staying the night at the other's place, maybe not back and forth, but an equal balance to where not one person is fully responsible for using all of his/her gas and not one person has to wake up extra early all the time to make it to work.
He and I are both physically fit, and only eat certain foods, Paleo to be specific. With that being said, we bring our lunches to work to ensure Paleo specifications. Anthony has this very large lunch kit and his gym bag that go with him just about everywhere. He packed and brought his lunch to my house one of the first nights that he stayed over. Being the romantic that I am, while he was in the shower, I seized the opportunity to share some of my feelings in writing and secretly placed the note in his lunch kit for him to find the following day...I suppose that's what began what I like to call the "Lunch Box Love Notes."
I didn't have a lunch box. I had this sturdy, bright green, plastic bag from DSW (yeah, a shoe warehouse) that I had been using for possibly a year (making it not so sturdy for much longer). You see, I'm a Dallas Cowboy fan, and he is an Indianapolis Colts fan (I'm from TX and he is from IN). He'd been joking with me about buying me a Colts lunch box, knowing that I would never carry it.  My handy and well recognized bag was about to see its last day in the office. Soon, it was my turn to stay at his place. He has to leave a few minutes earlier in the mornings than I do in order to train his early Crossfit class and then get to work. He came to kiss me goodbye as I was getting dressed, and he said "Your keys are on the counter next to your coffee and don't forget your lunch (which he'd packed for me before retreating to bed the night before)." When I was ready to walk out the door, I made my way downstairs to grab my things. There on the counter just like he said, were my keys, coffee, and my lunch. Only, my lunch wasn't in my low standard bag. He'd replaced ol' faithful with a spiffy, insulated, Igloo lunch box. Come the 11 o'clock hour, I would find my first lunch box love note. Not to worry, no sign of Colt's propaganda ;)

Up to Speed

Anthony and I met on an online dating website. The website didn't even suggest that we were more than 56% compatible...in fact we had an enemy percentage of 26 according to the comparisons. On this particular site, you could browse a list of the people who had recently visited your profile, and I took full advantage of that capability. The 3rd day after signing up on the site, I was browsing through my "fans", and there was Anthony. I don't want to sound conceited, but most of the guys that had in fact looked at my profile had also messaged me after doing so...except for this one. Naturally, I was curious to know why, so I boldly emailed him asking him why he hadn't done so. I got a shocked response from him saying that he'd intended to, but when he came across my profile it was 3 AM (he obviously hadn't known that you could see who had visited your profile). We started talking via IM and shared our social network URLs, so we could further investigate one another. Needless to say, there was approval on both ends, and we arranged a date for the upcoming Sunday.
Our first date was very unconventional to say the least, which in my opinion is what made the date. He came to my house on Sunday (surprisingly, I was not reluctant to give him my address). Our intentions were to have a car washing date. How this came about you ask? Well, as we were discussing weekend plans, I told him that I would be in Nashville on Saturday, but we could do something on Sunday, because the only thing that I had planned was washing my car. That's when he jokingly spouted "you can wash my car." Little did he know a Texas woman has no problem doing such a thing. So in turn, I surprised him by saying, "bring it." This was a perfect opportunity for him, because little did I know he'd just bought this brand new sports car, paper license plates and all, which he couldn't wait to show off and "pick up" a lady with. (Of course he likes to think that's part of the reason he won my heart - and it's not at all, but if it makes him happy to think that, I will let him think that.) He pulls up, and I was JUST getting in from Nashville. I wasn't dressed to maximum potential. I had just driven two hours, so I dressed comfortably for that, sun roof open, hair blown, and I knew I was about to wash cars so naturally, I wasn't accessorized or dolled up, hence feeling a little less confident than usual. However, he assured me that I was a "doll."
We washed the cars, then of course we both needed showers. I was comfortable letting him shower at my house (he lives 32 miles away), and he had no problem with it either. Remember the term unconventional that I used earlier? Not only did we meet at my house, wash cars, and shower, but I also had him take my "before" pictures (which involved me putting on a bikini and standing ever so awkwardly for him to see all of my flaws and body fat) prior to me starting a workout program. Oh wait, there's more! He took me to dinner. Then after dinner, we watched a movie and he gave me a back massage where he gently kissed and caressed my back, but never crossing any "lines." I would venture to say that kissing one's back on a first date, however is a bit daring...but it must have been provoking on my part, not wearing a top...err..Don't judge us.
Since that day, we've rapidly fallen head over heels in love with one another and have pretty much been inseparable.
This brings you up to speed and ready for the next post!