I think I've finally found him -- the one I really want!

We've not met each other yet in person. He lives in another state. But we have a great chemistry via e-chatting (even though we've been chatting less than a week!). He's FUNNY. He's good hearted. He's marriage minded. And, according to his photographs, HE'S REALLY CUTE (as in, I could just kiss those lips and those ears and that nose all-day-long cute)!

I mean quite honestly he seems DELICIOUS!

We've agreed to undergo a 15-day trial dating period -- starting Monday. He asked on Thursday if we could start on Monday because he wants the full 15 days to try to make me fall in love with him and he's busy this weekend with an art show. Yes, that's right -- he's an artist! And he not only isn't living in his mother's basement, he actually makes money at it.

He's in business with his 23-year-old daughter. They make jewelry. People love it. The business grew out of pure loving intention. He made his daughter jewelry items for her birthday a few years ago. She sold them to her friends and asked for more. He had another profession at the time. Now they both make the jewelry full time and travel to art fairs and sell it. How cute is that?

His daughter and I share a first name. But she doesn't go by it. She actually goes by a word that's used to describe a cut of meat. For the sake of anonymity, I won't say what cut of meat. But let's just call her Beanburger for the sake of this post since I am vegan now -- have been since last October. It's going great. I love it.

This fellow, the jewelry maker, isn't the only guy I've dated since my last report. Last September kissed a cute guy who was a Navy veteran who had been the star of his high-school basketball team. He was adorable and a wonderful kisser -- but not quite over his ex-wife and somewhat in love with an old high-school sweetheart he had recently reconnected with (she was married at the time and he was all befuttled). That guy's now with the high-school sweetheart and we keep in touch a bit on Facebook. I'm happy for him. She's beautiful and they appear a great match.

Next I kissed a 30-year-old guy who took me to see King's Speech last winter. I didn't like it. He smelled like McDonald's cheeseburgers and he much shorter than me and and also Lutheran -- just overall not quite my cup of tea. He happened to live near me, though, and he had 20 Arabian horses. I had been intriegued enough by the horses that I was willing to give it a shot.

Then I fell in love on the second date with a man I'll call Fred. It's funny, I dated him for five months and lived with him for two weeks (he had anger issues and I split in tears in early July) and I don't have any idea what his middle name is! I guess I was a little self absorbed during that time period.

I have been self absorbed. I've been working on my health -- living at a health education center and consuming a high raw vegan diet. It's done wonders for me..

Most recently I kissed a guy I'll call Big Loser Guy From Ohio. He was a loser, God love him. And I suppose I should have been skeptical that true love could come from Ohio. When you live in Michigan, Ohio's just six hours in between you and everywhere you want to be.  Big Loser Guy practically pounced on me the moment he met me. All he wanted was to get laid. No manners. I kept excusing it and thinking he was just awkward because he was a small-town guy who had been raised Menonite. But when he dropped my hand and stormed to the car without opening my car door, I knew he wasn't just awkward. He was a jerk. We drove for 30-minutes back to my home in silence. He didn't even say goodbye to me!  Anyway, he was just a crutch to get over Fred, who I had been in love with and had planned to be with forever.

Fred had broad shoulders and was an excellent kisser. But I can already tell the new guy is going to be better.

I'm going to call this new guy, Mike.

I had asked his permission to write about our two-week dating experiment and he didn't say yes or no. When we communicate it's like a fountain of funny chatter spurting out of each of us. We get side tracked and forget to answer original questions. This feels like a good and healthy thing! He must not have been too upset about me writing about it -- otherwise he would have said no.

But since he didn't say yes, I'm going to write about it here in this quiet little blog that I've not visited in over a year. It's really my love and romance blog anyway, so this is where it should be! (incidentally, can anybody remind me where spellcheck is on this thing?)

 Oh my friends, my friends, I just CAN'T WAIT until he kisses me!!!

I'll hear from him on Monday, I suppose, when our period of dating officially begins.

And I promise to keep you posted every day during the 15-day trial dating period.

We're trying to fall in love. He seems entirely loveable so I'm very optimistic.

He is dreaming about spending time in Florida this winter with me wearing bikinis (yikes! I've only worn one bikini in my life and that was about 15 pounds ago...) and sitting around in heart-shaped whirlpools. He wants this to be it, though. I mean hee's serious and so am I. He'll be 50 in November and I'll turn 46 the same month.

I have warned him that if he puts me in a bikini and sets me in a heart-shaped whirlpool, I can't be held accountable for the horrible mistake of sleeping with him too soon. I don't have that kind of impulse control! And I admitted to him that I've fallen in love with ABSOLUTEY every single man I've ever slept with. I'm just old fashioned that way. And when they're as cute as he is, I just can't help myself.

I told him I want to take it slow. I asked him to please show some restraint for my sake. I explained that if I sleep with him, I'm going to feel married to him. And I told him I'm old fashioned enough that I still very much want to be married (He does, too! And he makes enough money that he doesn't even care that I'm poor and also in debt).

So he's fantasizing about sinking me into heart-shaped whirlpool baths like the ones that advertised honeymoon suites in the Poconos in the Bride magaziness my big sister's used to stack beside their beds.

I'm fantasizing about decorating the room where his granddaughter will stay when she comes to visit. She's 20 months. I can't wait to get my hands on her.