twitterpated

Twitterpated: From the http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=twitterpated

1. twitterpated

1)to be completely enamored with someone/something. 2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection. 3) romantically (ahem) excited (i.e.: aroused) 4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone's life.
When he smiled at her, the rush of "warm, fuzzy, excited" sensations that filled her made her realized she ws completely twitterpated with this man.

2. twitterpated

An enjoyable disorder characterized by feelings of excitement, anticipation, high hopes, recent memories of interludes, giddiness, and physical overstimulation which occur simultaneously when experiencing a new love. These feelings take over without warning, usually at odd times (such as at a check-out line), with or without the partner present, and make it difficult to concentrate on anything but romance. They interfere with work and safe driving, but should be experienced at least once in every person's lifetime.
"Lisa is too twitterpated to even get a good night's sleep ever since she met David."

3. twitterpated

1. the happy jumpy feeling you get that causes you to smile uncontrolably. 2. the way birds and other animals act during mating season (as seen in Bambi)
1. Vianne gets twitterpated when Marcos touches her cheak.2. "The birds gettin all twitterpated," said the owl. (Disney's Bambi really is a good movie.)


Don't know exactly where to begin except the above descriptions are a perfect characterization of me for the last three weeks.

It's been a long time since I felt the rush associated with receiving a phone call or counting the hours until I see someone again. From the first exchange, there was an openness, a calmness despite the excitement and honesty. It didn't feel like a game of chess or reading between the lines. We shared good conversations about important topics quickly and have laughed more in a few weeks than I have in several years.

At times, I get nervous about how fast this is all going. We both are on the same page though which is reassuring. We both like where this is headed and are trying to enjoy our time.

He's away for another seven days. It's been four so far. He's called twice. And while we have only talked for mere minutes, those conversations have been the sweetest in my week.

I can't count the reasons I feel this way. He treats me terribly well; he speaks his mind; he shows affection freely and with words; he is funny and sweet; at times, I think he can read my mind.

I want to show him off to everyone in my life - but at the same time, want to lock him away just for myself.

Every once in a while I chastize myself for allowing another person to put such a spring in my step and smile on my face. Shouldn't I always be this happy with life? I haven't figured that out yet but I don't beat up on myself too long.

I'm taking all the happy I can get at the moment, eating it up, wrapping myself in it like a fuzzy warm blanket and thinking this is what I deserve.