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Smitten

5 : CAPTIVATE, TAKE <smitten with her beauty>
intransitive senses : to deliver or deal a blow with or as if with the hand or something held
-Merriam-Webser Dictionary

At co-op dinner on Sunday, I blushed furiously talking about The Doc. The comment I got was "I don’t think I’ve seen chameleons change color that quickly." I didn't go into my usual gush though, which I think showed quite a lot of restraint. But they got the idea. And if not, I’m sure my inability to keep from mentioning him in almost every conversation will let people know how head over heels I am (and why isn’t that expression "heels over head?" That would make more sense as some sort of deviation from the norm). Even when I'm not talking about him, I'm thinking about him.

We talked on the phone twice this weekend. On the first call, Saturday afternoon/night (depending on your time-zone), I gave him step-by-step cooking instructions for pasta with a roasted pepper and garlic sauce. He sent me a picture of it and it looked quite tasty. He assures me that it was, although it’s hard for me to judge without dipping my finger in the sauce, which is difficult from 3000 miles away. It was a nice call though, all comfy and such.

The second call was at midnight after Naz and I got back from the movies. It was a good-night call that moved into our pre-meet pattern of long-distance intimacy. It's not even half of being with him in the flesh, but it's the most we can do for now.

I am so smitten with him, which, as you can see from the definition above, has connotations of violence. And I do feel like I have been physically struck by these feelings, and am in a constant concussive daze of bliss. I wake up in the morning and my first thought (after, "Ow! Kitty, that's my HEAD!") is of him. It's the total, blinding infatuation moment that marks the beginning of relationships. Sometimes they fizzle out after the excitement is gone, sometimes they settle into a comfortable groove and go on for years. I don't know where this one is going, and at this point I don't much care. I'm just along for the ride.

The Doc and Teru in London

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