Damn Yankees!!

I attended my second baseball game at Yankee Stadium and once again, my beloved Rangers lost. However, this game was not the previous situation, where my best friend and I sat shivering in the 40-degree, blustery, rainy day. The weather was PERFECT, and my company was even better. I felt very fortunate to be able to sit and have such a great time. Though I see it as a blessing and am really thankful for it, I find myself feeling that I do deserve it as well. For once, I let myself just be purely happy in the moment. I will not apologize for my happiness because I know I definitely deserve it. I sat in the warm evening, with a wonderful breeze livening things up, and more laughter in one game than I have ever known. To say there was joy is an understatement.

I cannot help but be keenly aware of the attraction that is developing between this very incredible woman and myself. At the same time, I like where we are. From my end, the place I am is the one where you enjoy the thought of the person, the anticipation of the next time you will see her. I find this to be so healthy and I love every minute of it. Neither of us is rushing, but both merely soaking in the time with each other, and really talking and having fun. It's honestly the best start that I've ever had to any type of new relationship (that word meaning friendship or something more intimate). I have a good feeling about this, no matter what it turns into.

It's funny how at certain points in your life, it's hard to honestly recall what it feels like to be happy (or vice versa), lonely (or vice versa), or any host of other feelings. Luckily, I'm on the positive side of that awareness - only aware of what happy feels like and pretty oblivious to what sadness feels like. All I can hope for is that this particular state of being lingers for me.