Now that I'm with what I would consider to be my first "Grown Man" (whatever that really means) I find the need to baby talk has mysteriously mostly disappeared.
Sure, I'm still sweet and affectionate, but I don't want to sound like a baby to him.
But here's the thing: if someone hasn't pushed you up against a wall by the first month, they probably never will.
I'm acting more like a grown woman, because I am one — and I want to be his equal. ) that you can always tell when a friend is really in love because you don't hear much from them about it.
Sure, that has many exceptions, (hello, abusive relationships) but by and large, I've realized that the happier I am, the less I feel the need to tell lots of people about my relationship in the same detail, because I don't have as much to prove.
Who knows what I'll want to do for the rest of my life, right?
Well, here's the difference between me and most of the guys I dated: I'm actively pursuing something anyway, successfully.
Sure, I'm not always 100 percent sure what that something is, but I have ambition and drive to figure it out.