Thanks, ALL!
WOW this morning has been amazing

And the weekend
Well, this is it. PZ is The Perfect Man. I figured it out this weekend. Friday night we hung out at his place and did nothing, I was tired, he had a sore tummy. Saturday morning we felt much better, and I spent about a half hour in his green house, gardening. Gardening truly is meditative!!!

Everyone is right about that shit.

I like it! PZ was glad, too, he liked that I did a bunch of pruning. Saturday after I got off work, we set out together to run some errands--we went to Bed Bath & Beyond for champagne glasses, the hardware store for tools, and Safeway for ice cream. This was the first time we ran errands together, and he also bought me an orchid

at Orchard Supply Hardware, for the green house. I love orchids! SO sweet of him. Get this, when we returned home, I commented on how well the trip went. He said, "I've never had so much fun running errands before." Awww!
Partly it was fun because we both noticed we get treated differently when we're together versus when we're alone. I guess we look kinda cute together; I was teasing him because he was wearing a new shirt that's made from hemp and has a badass psychedelic fairy on it. He got so many compliments on that shirt, but I HAD to say, "It takes
some man to wear a fuckin' FAIRY on his chest!" I'm such a bitch. Anyway, I like hanging with him, men don't look at me as much and women are nicer to us, haha! Oh the subconscious, feral cues of humans.........
When we got home, PZ insisted on cooking dinner--that's where we had a slight disharmonious note because he was cooking swordfish. Neither of us had eaten swordfish before, but I expressed my hesitancy due to the known high mercury content, and he said, "Really? You really won't eat it?

It was the best fish they had, and totally fresh...." I snapped out of it, and complied. The salad he made was awesome, and he also cooked wild rice, and the swordfish was.......DELICIOUS!

We ate huge portions of it and layed there on top of each other afterward like tired puppies and I said, "So THIS is what Mercury poisoning feels like," and PZ answered, "Yeah, it's AWESOME." We also had real Champagne in the new, real Champagne glasses.
Sunday morning PZ got up and cooked breakfast before I'd even woke up (at 10am)!!

He said, "I cooked this especially for you, I found the recipe in a magazine and thought of you." It was basil polenta slices under veggies and tomatoes with Gorgonzola cheese crumbled on top and baked--pretty pretty good! He's not only such a good cook and a sweetheart, but he's also hilarious--he's so mild and chill I was worried that he wasn't lively and funny enough for me at first, but once again, every time I hang out with him he gets better and better and more and more funny!
PZ is like a giant present you get, wrapped in plain brown paper, then you open it and there's a bunch of newspaper that hides a dozen other small presents, each one wrapped more beautifully than the last until you get to the last small gift that's gorgeous on the outside and contains precious jewels and solid gold on the inside. Pretty much!
More coming....