'Cause you're so good at talking smack, you heart attack, but you're the apple of my eye anyway

In reality, with everything where it's supposed to be, comfort should feel like home. Home should be a place where you're free from anxiety, a place where little matters except establishing that perfect level of "ahhhh." So when I say that I'm now entering the comfort zone with Chipotle, you begin thinking that I'm feeling right at home with him. Of course I am, and little doubt has entered my mind until today when that dreaded statement (sometimes worded as a question) entered my head. "This is too good to be true." Now I find myself wondering what's wrong with him, what the path ahead will bring. As we all know too well, there is always a calm before the storm. As with Dan, I felt almost at ease, not nearly what I'm feeling with Chipotle because I was far too worried about what Dan thought of me. Was he thinking I was stupid or less attractive than the last girl? These petty ideas haven't even been a whisper on the wind of my feelings, nor have any thoughts of jealousy lingered as I listen while he speaks of exes and friends of his that are female. Can it be? Is he the new Cory? Only time will tell but so far, he's outdone most. Of course, no one can top the Valentines Day Chipotle Dinner excpet maybe, someone who manages the fine eatery and showers me in free burritos and organic chapstick. Much more meaningful than a little black notebook or thrown together dinner. More meaningful than nights spent watching anime and more meaningful than being left in a bed for three hours wondering where the hell he's gone to.