Mr FuzzBall

I haven't really been in that many relationships (actually, just 3 so far...) but i viewed my relationships with these 3 different guys as rather unique learning experiences. For Mr No. 1 and 2, though i had feelings, attraction and affection (even love at some stage i think) for them, they were never quite Mr Love-Of-My-Life. But Mr No. 3, he is a whole different kettle of fish altogether...

I was watching Adam Sandler's 50 First Dates, a candyfloss sweet romantic movie, on the plane back from Melb when i had this sudden insight that sent quivers down my stomach (well, possibly indigestion... open for interpretation really). You know how girls would watch these romantic movies and lament how sweet the hero is and how their boyfriends would never do what the hero has done (i.e. slay a dragon, trade in his riches, pick out his eyeballs etc)? When i watched 50 First Dates where the hero has to constantly make Ms Love-Of-His-Life (unfortunately Ms Short-Term-Memory-Loss as well) fall in love with him every single day, at the point when most girls would go "aww.. that's so sweet, my boyfriend would never do that for me!", i surprised myself and thought, Mr No. 3 would do that for me.

Yes. I could be delusional but hey, to be able to make a girl feel like that about a guy, he darn well must be doing something right don't you think? I think Mr No. 3 would be the closest thing i have in my whole life to warrant the Love-Of-My-Life title. But I think i will just call him Mr FuzzBall for short 'cos he is so cuddly. *squeal squeal*

*heh heh*
I'm gonna get whack around by a pillow for this blog.
I just know it.