'Mansel' in Distress

I met somebody; somebody amazing, caring, and thoughtful, none of which I am accustomed. It is different for me to be accepted by someone, but nonetheless refreshing. At about round three(we designate a round/number everytime we go out, although I think we have lost track along the way), we had a wonderful evening drinking wine followed by dancing. He dropped me off at my car, but as I went to pull away his car did not start. We (well he, who am I kidding?) tried to get it to start, but no cigar. It was about 3am, and I told him he could come to my house to sleep, and we would deal with his car in the morning. Luckily for the both of us, the following morning the car started! So you ask, what is the point of my little tale? After the incident, he referred to himself as a 'Damsel in Distress', but the male version, which I denoted 'Mansel.' Sure I 'rescued' him that evening, but he has done much more for me. He rescued me from insanity. That was a little dramatic, but point made. Not too long ago, I read a definition of insanity: doing the same thing over and over, and expecting a different result. Come on, I am not that 'insane', but after thinking about it maybe I was. For the past eight years, minus two, I have been repeatdly making the same mistake. I am not sure why I expected something different, maybe it was because 'it was supposed to be' or that is 'what people expected of us.' I have realized, thanks to my 'Mansel in Distress', that not everyone is dense and selfish. With those qualities, what did I expect? Needless to say, I have learned. Isn't that a part of life, learn something new everyday? Well guess what? I have learned that it is OK and healthy for people that have 'feelings' for each other to: *talk to each other *learn about one another *spend time with that person ( from Jimmy Buffet, not just getting drunk and screwing ) *communicate with each other *make each other happy *ultimately be yourself with that person You would think after 27 years, I would have understood this. Before 'Mansel in Distress, I was walking on eggshells, and afraid of making a wrong move. I was afraid of not being accepted by a ceratin someone. I was not myself. I realized this is NOT how it is supposed to be. So 'Mansel in Distress'if you read this, reagrdless of what happens between us, thank you, I appreciate you.