More about wishing on stars

I'm blissful. Full of bliss. Two wishes out of three, no hot job - yet.
The first semester of school went very well, 2 As, 1 A- and I feel good about the summer term that is just over, but I'll have to wait for grades to know for certain.
And I've met a fella, his name is Curt. He's younger, shorter and cute with his glasses on, almost handsome with them off. Dark hair, blue eyes, sigh...
Frankly after the debacle of the spring I had pretty much given up on anything more than the occasional casual hook-up with old friends. But I've been going out with a breath of fresh air for about 6 weeks now. We're both smiley and bouncing off the walls. We giggle like cartoon mice, and he actually said "boyfriend" before I did and volunteered to meet my family, chose to meet them. My friends and family like him and he holds my hand.
What's a girl to do?
We aren't much alike on the surface. He isn't educated, he's a server/busboy/host/dishwasher/prep cook - whatever the restaurant he works at needs. He is also a very talented piano and guitar player, and he plays for me. He spends like a sailor on leave and drinks like a fish. He's not a huge reader, and hasn't been to a movie in ages. He has gone to two baseball games with me, half again as many as he'd seen until this summer. He isn't a sports fan, except for a bit of baseball. I don't care, I like him more than I have anyone in a long time if ever.
We have a lot of little things in common, though. We both like stupid jokes and music. We were sitting on his balcony and both sitting exactly the same way, with one leg under and the other foot on the couch.
I was already starting to feel more positive and like my best self when we met, and he made me laugh, but he's helped accelerate the process.
I'm probably more playful than I've been since I was in my early teens. We sit and goof around on his keyboard until all hours, and invent back stories for songs on AM country radio and laugh. My how we laugh. My friends think we're cute and have taken great pleasure in making me blush. I've cooked for him twice and fixed a picnic once.
I am ready to tilt at windmills, climb mountains, flirt with deadlines.
I am the best me I've been in a very long time.
He tells me he's happy, too. He also tells me that I'm the most beautiful, smart, sexy, funny woman ever, and loves that I've traveled and am working on my Master's Degree.
I accidentally had beers with one of his friends, who is a roommate of a mutual friend, and the first words out of his mouth were "Are you still seeing Curt?" When I confirmed this truth he said "Good. We were talking about you and he was bouncing off the walls," or words along those lines. It was nice to hear that, unsolicited, from a man.
We're both being cautious, but I do like him more than baseball and it's starting to feel like something that could last. Each kiss feels like a first kiss, and the radio in my head is on overdrive.
Keep wishing on stars, gentle readers, keep wishing on stars...