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I'm babysitting.
Or dog sitting to be more precise.

My firend M. is in mexico for a week and I've been looking after her 4 pound yorkie. This is an adorable dog with a sweet temperment. (she is a therapy dog after all). When I introduced her to Crafty, I thought he would laugh at her, but no. he's in love. Not with me, but with the dog.

We've been spending every night this week together, even if it is just to fall asleep and wake up. He urged me to bring the yorkie with me on Thursday night. It was a stressful day. I had a big audition the next day, a tense exchange with my superior at the club where I run a volleyball league, a house to rent out by the end of the month and rental inspections by the City of LA. I was in the mood to unload. But instead, Crafty was obsessed with the dog. I would start in on my day and he would interrupt me by cooing about something cute she did. I think I'm attractive, but I am no competion for this dog. She looks like the cutest teddy bear in the world come to life.

Finally, I went inside to get ready for bed. I felt petulant and was prepared to pout the rest of the night, but I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I told him that I was stressed out and needed him to listen to me. I didn't whine or demand. I simply told him. And do you know what he did. He just stopped and asked me to tell him about it.

So I went on for twenty minutes about my worries and troubles. Sometimes he gave advice, sometimes he just stroked my hair. But he listened and I felt so much better afterwards.

Is it really that simple? Can I simply ask for what I need and he will respond? In retrospect, if he asked me for anything at all, I would give it to him. Why should I think he would not do the same?

The entire next day I felt so at peace. At one point, while stuck in traffic, I thought back to my relationship with Douchebag. At the very end of it, we went to a psychic on a goof. The woman sent him away and then told me immediately that he was not for me. She said that everything he was offering me was false. that he was holding out a cup to me, but it was in fact empty. I fought her on it, being as stubborn as I am. But she stood firm and kept telling me that I had to let him go. That he would not give me what I wanted. And then this is the part I had forgotten until just then. She said that when i really let him go, then things would start to happen for me. And that at the beginning of 2008, i would meet the man who would give me everything that I truly wanted.

Crafty and I laid in bed today, side by side, staring at the ceiling. I told him about the psychic and her prediction. And then I turned to him and told him

"She was right. If i had a check list of everything I was looking for in a man, you would be it."

He thanked me and kissed me. And I knew the pyschic had been right.