I love the way you write so boldly of your love for your boy. I know exactly what you mean but can rarely express it as wonderfully as this post does.

Does that mean that you plan on molding him like a piece of clay?

Happy Valentine's Day -- You and Alex were the blogosphere's love story of the year!

This is so sweet, and so lovely.
(Just like your site!)
Happy Valentine's Day indeed!

I think this is heading toward adorable overload. :-)

It's white-girl voodoo, my friend. I once made a list of everything I wanted in a man - in a partner, a husband, in fact - and two weeks later I had my first date with my husband-to-be, who was all but 3of those 50+ things. (He wasn't 5-10 years older; he's 4 years older. He doesn't have dark hair, and he doesn't read to me in bed, although he would if I asked him to.)

White-girl voodoo. Works every time.

I actually think that may be my favourite post you've ever written. Just thought I'd let you know.

perfect post

You give me hope for marriage as an institution. This is beautiful.

What a sweet post.

Thank you so much for sharing your deepest heart, and for letting me share..my love, T, who is all the things I had given up on finding in one person, is a writer. Short version; About 3 years ago, after a long relationship with a very controlling person, she wrote a story around her ideal woman, named Jessica, with 2 children, a buddhist, massage therapist, who would live in the same small town she lived in. It was an inside joke with her best friend, she would always say "Where is my Jessica" :) I moved to our town around the same time, after I came out, and we found each other via the web, by a mutual aquaintance I met on a message board locally. We just celebrated our one year anniversary, and I will spend the rest of my life loving her more each day. She drew me to her with all her heart. Life gives what is needed, if one remains open for it. Thanks Smitten, from one similarly afflicted. J

lovely post...it reminds me of my favorite Rumi poem:

"The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."

i got married in july last year myself and i chanced upon your blog through a friend. i kept a blog too during the Year of the Marriage and am thrilled to find somene who shares my sense of wonder and awe and humour at love and married life. love your blog.

I heard somewhere that your idea of beauty is the average of everyone you've ever seen in your life. Maybe your perfect person is like that, too, so from the beginning of your life you're in the process of taking in everything and everyone so when you are ready for it, that perfect person emerges.

Hi Deb

I have been reading your blog for a few weeks now and one day while bored in work I trailed through your archives and came accross the blog you linked this one to. I really connected with how you used to feel and think. And last night after being dumped by a guy, who I was far too good for anyway I remembered your blog entry ' so theres something about alex'. and what do you know you mention it today. Its as if someone is reminding me that there is someone out there for me.
I hope I find my Alex one day soon. And btw hes way cuter than your lump of clay, but I admit there is a resemblance

Great entry & you chose a good archetype. Alex is so cute.

I like the poem posted by "A" in the comments, it's profound and also kind of dirty. At least the way I read it. Hee.

Beautiful. Very Neruda-esque

omg doooood

I did something similiar in the 9th grade and have kept him all these years... as im reading your story im like. hmmmm..how interesting.. i go to my dresser drawer where is neatly stashed away (in the pantie drawer of course) im standing there with goose bumps.. O-M-G.

So i yell at the bf to 'cmere'.. im like omg look.. he's looking and says.. wtf is that? When did you make that? HELLO 9TH GRADE..

he says to me (i shit you not) are you into that voodoo shit? are you a good witch or a bad witch.. did you also make a voodoo doll with needles in it?

He called me a stalker.. then he kissed me, told me i'm silly and walked away..

But but baby, look.. smitten has 1 too.. read it, its alllllll there!

he said we both need to lay off the pipe.

=(

I like Theory 1 :) Very much... My valentine knew I would love flowers and knows he doesn't get them for me often...so he went to yankee candle and bought for me a tartwarmer...and all the flower flavors of tarts to warm...almost enough for a whole year... Right now, my house smells like it's FULL of roses... He's a keeper. :)

Good grief, he does look like your ceramic bobble head, but he's definately better looking. aha ah aahahah that was funny

Ah, lovely. I think you're exactly right with the archetypes-in-our-mind-theory.

Also your bobblehead totally looks like you could have bought it at a very chic arty boutique in, like, Burma or somewhere.

First thing I thought: oh my goth! the head looks like Alex!
This entry was beatiful and it actually made me laugh out load so much that my boss realized I wasn't working and now I have a big project due on Monday.
But still, best.post.ever

This entry just showed up on my digest today, for some reason, and I'm so glad that it did! I needed a little dose of hope that I don't think I would have realized that I needed if I'd read it on the 14th. The Valentine's Day sugar high has worn off now, but I'm so glad I got this serving of true sweetness.