Were rules made to be broken?

So maybe rules were made to be broken. I didn't really care about the first two but I was royally pissed off at myself for breaking the third. Because breaking the third, really, not classy. But then today I stopped and thought about it. And I realized that with Mark, it was going to happen sooner or later. And, knowing us, it was going to happen sooner. So, really, if you know that it's going to happen, is breaking the third rule such a bad thing? I don't know what it makes me. Other than stupid. Stupid for falling head over heels in a week. A week. That's all it took. I didn't think it could happen this fast. And yet it did. With James, I ran from commitment. With Mark, I want nothing but. In all honesty, I can see myself spending the rest of my life with him. He's all I could ever want. And, that amusing thing is, I have a feeling Mark is as head over heels for me as I am for him. Definitely a bad combination. I guess we have to wait and see.

Maybe this is a bad start

So, another boy, another blog?

There are three rules I usually work by when dealing with my romantic life.
1) Don't date engineers.
2) Don't date rugby players.
3) Don't sleep with someone before you've known them for a month.
And, in one shot, I broke all of them. Every single rule I established was shattered in one night.
He's motivated, intelligent, determined, successful, thoughtful, cute and good in bed to boot (at least something good came of breaking the third). I could be with him for a long long time and I don't think I'd ever get bored.
There's just one problem with the fairy tale. What if you already have a boyfriend?