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So, much has happened since the last time I posted - graduation, joining the work force, paying rent for the first time ever, and so on. The most significant thing to me, however, is that I have a boyfriend now. His name is David and I absolutely adore him. I mean, it's hard to describe how much I've come to love him this past month and a half. (Yes, he used the L-word first, so it's not awkward) Seriously, we fit in almost every way. Where I'm lacking in something, he makes up for it. We both have a strong relationship with God, which for me is essential. And he's absolutely hilarious, and talented, and simply wonderful. He cherishes me in a way I've never really known romantically and he's taken care of me when I was sick and literally catches me when I fall.
I met his parents and the majority of his extended family and friends from home the weekend of graduation and it was a blast. His friends are like the ones I had in high school, except less...extreme. I adore his mom - we both love to cook and garden, so we talk about that whenever we're together. His dad and I have less in common, but we've both travelled around in Europe, so that tends to be where our conversations end up.
This past weekend was lovely, except for the last two hours. We spent basically all of Friday evening and all of Saturday together, either just hanging out alone together or hanging out/having meals with his friends. Sadly, a lot of things happened Saturday evening that reminded me of a friend of mine. A friend who happens to be an ex-boyfriend. My last ex-boyfriend and the only one who actually mattered, which David knows. Let's refer to him as A for the time being. So yeah, David let me know that the way I talked about him that evening made him feel both inferior and uncomfortable, which made me feel absolutely terrible, since I'm crazy paranoid about messing up our relationship, since I actually love him and can see myself with him for a really long time. David ended up feeling bad that he'd made me feel bad, and suffice it say, the evening ended poorly.
But, he surprised me Monday by taking me out to dinner (we both work 9-5, M-F, and live 45 minutes apart, so we don't see each other M-Th very often). It was wonderful and we both felt much better having done so.
Then, and he remains unaware of this, I made something of a faux pas that will hopefully be fixed before David needs to know about it. The two of us are visiting my hometown for Memorial Day weekend. Since my parents don't live there anymore, I'm trying to find some other free alternative, which shouldn't be a problem. I asked several people from my home church if they'd be willing to house us. The first couple that's responded with an affirmative would be a good option. Except I don't think of them in connection with their son, since I'm friends with them in their own right, not just as their son's parents. Well, it it was upon reading their email and almost (but not actually) responding to them that I realized that they happen to be A's parents.
Yeah. Absolultely not an option. Yeah.
There are a few other people who will likely say yes that just haven't responded yet, but I have to say I'm fervently hoping we don't have to stay at A's place, since that would almost assuredly end up in A and David sharing a room.
Yeah. Also not an option.
I'll let you all know how that turns out.