Turnin Up the Heat

A perfect display of what my life has been like since Sunday:

Friend: "What did you do this weekend, Kelly?"
Kelly: "Oh, I fell in love."

Uhhhh, yeah. I know what you're probably thinking, as I am thinking the same thing. And don't worry, I have already freaked out about it and will most likely do so until, um, maybe next year some time. You never know, by that time, I might be married. (I'M KIDDING. Please don't quote me on that....too late, I guess, this IS a public blog.)

So, since Sunday, Zack and I have probably gone through about, oh, six months or so of a relationship in about 4 DAYS. Not even kidding. He even told me he loved me already. What the hell am I going to do? I know that sounds like a silly question, but I don't know if I can handle this. Is this totally and extremely INSANE? Okay, I'll answer my own question:

YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

I am half in fantasy land and half in hell. I am super scared and can't calm down to save my life. Do you KNOW what this could MEAN? DO YOU EVEN REALIZE? I mean, we are not talking about some casual relationship, here, we are talking about a substantial, long-lasting...THING. We are talking about a romantic relationship to end all other romantic relationships.

At this point, we must revisit why I like him so much: He brought me ice cream on Monday for a "study snack" and put a lot of thought into the purchasing of it. He compliments me all the time, constantly tell me how beautiful I am and how perfect I am and how much he wants to be with me and how much he loves my eyes and how much he loves my smile and how much he wants to hold me and how he's never felt like this before and how much he cares about me and how much he wants me to be happy...I could go on, believe me. He's just the perfect amount of ghetto and geek, using words such as "my boys" and "DAMN" and, my personal favorite, "legit," all in gangsta slang, but he also plays the string bass and loves to learn (Awwwww). He knows how to talk me out of hyperventilating. He knows how to calm me down. He can read me. He likes sports and is athletic (not to mention he has a A-MAZ-ING body). He is a compliation of all the good parts of all the people I've ever dated, and more of what I want in a mate. HE LISTENS and is really interested in what I have to say. He wants to know all about me (and for those of you who think I am completely vain....well, I am...I also want to know all about him). He really wants to meet my friends. He tells me to "never change" and that I am a great person. He's super cute. And this is the killer for me besides his qualities in listening, honesty, and respect: He told me that he thinks the most attractive thing about me is my intelligence. WHERE DID THIS GUY COME FROM? I could continue, but I don't want to brag anymore. I can't believe this shit. What the hell?

Is this the twilight zone? Cause I have the coolest guy in the world worshipping the ground I walk on and I'm having committment problems. Go figure.