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*My Meet Cute*

So what is it about this weird area of Newport that makes me do things I never do, and makes me feel things I've never felt. I think there's something in the water.

I grew up with the image of the "all-american boy" & the "california beach boy" as my two ideals of what i considered hot. I have a fairly defined image in my head of what I want and what I like. Someone like the state department boy, or even the hedge fund boy fit that bill exactly, yet something wasn't clicking and I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was.

This weekend K and I went south to visit Bama and check out her new house. We met the roommates, who are all super fun, gorgeous and nice. I in particular immediately find myself attracted to her Ukrainian roommate, not exactly Mr. All-American. He's skinny, with an accent and very European, nothing that I ever would think I would like. But there's no denying some sort of crazy chemistry going on in my head.

So after (way too many) drinks we end up at home in his room. I'll leave out the details, but Char you certainly are right, there is something about guys with soft skin. And his was incredible.

I have to stop here because some of you don't know me that well... I don't really like being touched, I hate cuddling and I so very rarely ever make out with guys when I'm sober in public. These are pretty much things I hate to do, and things I normally make fun of in other people. I've talked tactics with guys about how to get out of a cuddling situations so that I can sleep at night.

Well again, something in the water, because I woke up with his arms wrapped around me and I was happy. Like over-joyously happy, and even weirder, comfortable. His kisses were tender and his skin was so soft.

After we finally pulled ourselves apart long enough to get up, we went and picked up lunch for everyone. While we were waiting for the food, he kept hugging me and nuzzling me and kissing me, and I didn't care. Something is definitely up. I was being affectionate, and tender and sweet, IN PUBLIC.

We ate lunch and headed for the beach where, probably to Bama and K's annoyance we continued to cuddle and kiss (although as a side note it really couldn't have been all that annoying cause when we paused for a moment we looked over to find them doing the same thing ;-))

The day continued on with a failed trip to Hooters (because K had never been before and also the UCLA/FL game was on) at which point S comments that he's "falling in love with me" because I watch basketball. Haha as Bama puts it, "only you niki, only you."

We go out for another fun night on the town and get to know the other roommates (who seriously are so awesome.) S picks up a cougar as well as wingman's for Aberchrombie, which I find incredibly sexy. (Mostly because I'm strange and love playing games like "have you met my friend")

In the morning we wake up and he tells me "kissing you is like falling into wonderland. it's like gravity." Vroom, vroom, vroom. Another thing I normally hate are sappy lines, but for some reason I love this one. And honestly it was exactly what I was feeling at the moment.

We had another perfect day. After we woke up, we went grocery shopping and cooked sunday brunch together for the rest of the crew. We played a little frisbee and soccer and then hung out at the beach. We grabbed dinner at his favorite bar, watched the sunset and danced until K and I had to drive back to LA. The whole time we were cuddling and kissing and I was loving it.

Then started the text messages.

Sunday night: I hope you get home safe. I'm really going to miss you tonight...

Monday morning: Mmmm... I miss you, this morning wasn't that much fun to wake up without you here next to me. I have your beautiful and sexy smile on my mind.

Monday afternoon: Hey you. Missing your sexy smile and hugs.

Monday evening: I miss all of you. I'll call you after the final game. I'm watching it with my friends. xo.

He calls right after FL's victory (at least they didn't loose after beating down UCLA) and we decided on dinner Thursday night since I don't have to work on Friday (yay Good Friday!)

Monday right after the call: So glad you're coming over on Thursday :-) :-)

Monday right before I'm about to go to bed: Have a good night. I'm missing you by my side... xo

I'm not saying I'm in love, or that I want a relationship, but something clicked. Something definitely clicked and the whole experience is surreal. It's like he makes me forget and actually go against everything that I believe in, which somewhere makes me think that all of those thoughts are in a weird way my defense mechanism. I feel very vulnerable in places that I shouldn't.

This is an investment, and I hope it's worth the risk. At least I know it'll be a fun ride, and even if it crashes and burns, it's definitely something different that everything I've been used to and an experience I would be stupid to pass up.

So tell me... what's in the water down there.