He's Dreamy

Goodness gracious. Opinions on Twilight are vastly different from one person to the next. Just to be clear, the reason I loved them is because of the sappiness. Granted, there may be more sappy love stories out there, I just haven't read them. (And sometimes when you guys compare things to Jane Austen and such, I go all blank because I've never read one book that would be considered "classic literature". No really. I haven't. But I tell you what, I could s-c-h-o-o-l you in political thrillers)

So the Twilight Series reminded me of my own personal Edward. You all know him as the DadGuy.

The thing is, when Ms. Meyer is describing Edward? That's DadGuy. To me, he still looks like the same boy I met when I was nineteen. Yes, the years have gone by, yes, life has changed, but my memory of him? Will always be the same.

I remember the first night I met him. He was a total smart alec. He wasn't bending over backwards to talk to me. In fact, he was ignoring me. I was intrigued. And I liked it. (so I have issues. sue me.)

We had the same circle of friends, and even though I noticed him, I was sure he was in no way noticing me back.

My clearest memory of DadGuy happened before I knew he liked me. It was late and we had snuck onto a school campus to go swimming. He was standing on the roof, getting ready to jump in. He took off his shoes, then he emptied his pockets. His back was to me when he took off his shirt and his skin was glowing in the moonlight. When he turned around, it was everything I could do to not stare. He quite literally took my breath away.

At the time, he had been in peak physical condition. He biked everyday, he was working construction (tiling) so he honest to goodness was like a Greek God.

I remember his forearms. Oh. My. Goodness. The way the veins ran down to his strong hands, I could only hope that those hands would be all over me.

(and there were quite a few more thoughts and such, but then this blog might not be rated PG)

What I'm saying is: I married my Edward.

DadGuy is a hopeless romantic. For the love of all that is holy, do you even know how I came to be engaged? It involves secrets, and plane tickets, and a mountain, and a speech, and then the kissing, swoon, can that man kiss...

So when I was reading Twilight, I felt like I was reading my love story. Albeit, not with the whole vampire twist, but I understand the yearning, and the fear, and the butterflies, and the lust, oh boy howdy, the LUST.

That is all.

P.S. Yes, you should be jealous.