Small things matter.

Yes, it’s true. I’m smitten. I met a man who is seriously almost too good to be true. He’s not perfect. And neither am I. But as my favorite line in Good Will Hunting goes, “You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense: this girl you’ve met, she’s not perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.”

That is THE question.

I’ve been looking for quite some time, let me tell you, but I believe my patience and lack of settling has paid off and in fact, has actually led me to him… but maybe I’m wrong, who knows. I do know though that I’m all the better for having met him, and that’s cool enough for me…

While our chemistry is something I’ve never experienced before, there is also some amazing things we have in common that quite frankly, are hard to believe. This got me thinking about the absurdity and importance of the small things in our life and how difficult it is to find others who share some of these small things in common with us. I’m starting to wonder, maybe, just maybe, there is someone out there for everyone. (If only people would actually take the time to look for her/him we might not have as much divorce, but that’s another blog…) So, to get you thinking about your own relationship or perhaps future relationship, here are some small things I’ve noticed I have in common with the man I’m dating and it’s so damn weird and cool, I almost again, think he’s too good to be true…

1. We both like our meat/chicken/fish very well done.

2. Chips are our downfall, kettle chips in particular.

3. Music is a passion (for him, a career as well) yet neither of us really talked about it initially…

4. Breaking Bad is an obsession.

5. He’s the perfect assistant to me while I cook.

6. I’m the perfect assistant to him while he shops.

7. The night is young to both of us at midnight.

8. Mac is the only computer.

9. Sitting on the floor around the table for dinner is good for both of us.

10. Lightly dressed salad is the way to go.

11. Warm weather is better than cold.

I could go on… but I’ll stop here. Eleven, as many of my readers know, is my favorite number..

While it’s nice to have the larger things in common, one could argue the small things are equally important.

As Vincent Van Gogh once said, “Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

Some rules are made to be broken.

A couple of days ago, I walked into a restaurant with the boy who I’m dating. When the host seated us, my date asked if we could have a table where we could sit next to each other rather than across from each other.

I paused.

Hold the phone.

First, allow me to explain. I’m an ex-server. I’ve waited tables for more years than the average three-year old can count up to and therefore, I know the rules of serving. And one of them, which most servers would back me on in a heartbeat is this: sit where the host seats you and don’t ask for a table with more chairs than your party is going to sit in.

Dilemma though.

Truth is, I wanted to sit next to him. Plain and simple. So I glanced around and saw there were several open tables and so I justified it in my head. But this got me thinking about rules. Are some to be broken? Or do we break them only when it’s convenient to us?

Well, I decided this. Considering it was nice to sit near him, that I want to do it again and that I liked how he asked for a table in which we could do so, I figure some rules are meant to be broken.


I am now taking that one off my server rules list. Let couples sit near each other! I will never again roll my eyes at the thought, even if they take up my four top.


You know that common expression, “He/She gave me butterflies”?

Well, one could argue it implies someone is smitten, nervous, excited. And it’s probably because one is in the presence of someone else who makes them happy but also a little sick at the same time, mostly because they really like being around this particular person but then this same person also makes them nervous in that they could not like them back. Come on, you know what I mean… (And if you don’t, wow, I’m sorry for you! Get out there and learn…)

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about it because I recently felt butterflies. And I forgot what a wonderful feeling they are. It reminded me of being in high school, when I was so thrilled that a popular senior wanted to date me, an insecure sophomore, or when in college, after bluntly asking the boy I liked if he just wanted to be friends, he came to my door five days later and we spent the next four years together.

I think the trick is to find someone who gives you butterflies forever, in the excited way since the sick way should disappear after a while. While every day my not be a honeymoon in any relationship, I think it’s this feeling that acts as the glue for when they’re not.

Butterflies. They begin with a cocoon, which isn’t the most attractive of things and is only partially complete, and then they turn into a beautiful thing that spreads its wings and flies. One could argue that’s like one person finding another, who makes them and their world even better.

God, am I turning into a romantic? Likely not, but… I do love the romantic period of the 19th century… hah