Draft from a fortnight ago
So I started typing this up after AJ's Roarin' Twenties party-weekend a couple weeks ago, but am just now getting around to posting it.. never had the chance to finish writing up all my memories of the weekend - which was the whole point. There are so many good moments between us every single weekend, I don't want to forget any of them. So here are just a few:
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"I feel like I'm having a love orgasm."
"It's like I get to have a sleepover with my best friend every night."
Despite his protests against being a good dancer, I still enticed him to dance to some electronic swing with me when I discovered we had the living room to ourselves.
For twenty minutes we were left alone to spin and Charleston, robot and swing dance. The couple friends who did pop their head in, immediately left again for fear of spoiling the moment. It'll be hard to forget it. We were kids in love happily playing together.
Finally, motivated by liquor, I skipped out of the room to go and grab a few people to come back and join us. We ended up with an impromptu creative dance-off, the highlight for me being when I thought to create a dance move miming cleaning out a litter box.
Our friend AJ laughed, "Andrew, your girlfriend just made cleaning the litter into something sexy. "
Andrew: I know. I am a lucky, lucky man.
#noirony
As we left the party an hour or so later, I grinned to him recounting how much I enjoyed our dancing. "And as the saying goes, 'the couple that plays together stays together.'"
I just keep marveling at how different he is from my past. No way in hell would I have ever gotten Ryan dressed up in costume, much less dancing in public where his friends might see.
It's like the sky's the limit for the fun we can have together.
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I'm glad to know neither of us is particularly good at karaoke. I sang my usual Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do" since it was the first time Andrew had seen me get up and sing. Happily, he grinned from ear to ear and gave me a big hug when I sat back down afterwards. Later he got up to do a Rush song which I'd only first heard him play in his car a few weeks back. There were a ton of instrumental breaks, so for the most part he just stood up there shifting his weight and waiting for the lyrics to come back, but he had fun when he did sing and I adored watching him. Took a video of the entire performance for posterity, even if he groaned at me for it.
I dragged us home shortly after midnight for fear of being too tired at work today, and yet despite us crawling into bed by 12:30 a.m., it was another hour before we actually turned off the light and wished each other "sweet dreams."
We just lay cuddled in each others arms, my head in the nook of his chest, just beside his arm pit. He loves pulling me into that spot, as if his night doesn't feel complete until I'm resting on him and he's squeezing me tight.
And then we talked of a dozen silly things interspersed with copious amounts of giggle laughs.
I can't remember how we got to it, but at some point he goes, "You know, we should set up a blanket fort in the living room with the dining table chairs. We can sit underneath with flashlights and tell ghost stories.. it'd be romantic." I laugh and smile at him. He takes my reaction as a green light and with enthusiasm continues, "No, really, can we do this?" I laugh full out at this point, grin, kiss him and say, "Heck yes, just not tonight." For which I was rewarded with lots more squeezes and a couple "I love you"s to boot.
It's such a unique and wonderful feeling to be cherished and appreciated for who you are, exactly as you are, good and bad.
Friday night I held my breath while laying in the same "nook" position in his bed as he sighed and told me "I just can't believe how lucky I am."
I still hang on every syllable of anything romantic he gets up the nerve to tell me. I, unfortunately, have the habit of over-gushing and will tell him just why I'm so happy during my moments of happiness. It takes more for him to articulate his thoughts, so when he does, I lap them up like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk.
While at Weezies last night with Melissa, she got a call from her mom and mentioned she was out with Andrew and I. Felt a bit awkward as she got off the phone and gushed about how much her mom loves me and misses me and how happy she is to hear about Andrew and I.. you know, while he's sitting right next to me. Happily he went with it and cheers'd his glass to the compliment. It's nice to know he understands her connection now. Felt like such a lie by omission keeping that detail away from him for the first couple months.
Which, speaking of months, just another week 'til we'll be at the 3 month mark. I'll probably say this every month for the first year - feels as though we've been together for twice that amount of time. It's just so incredibly natural between us. Like breathing in and out.
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"I feel like I'm having a love orgasm."
"It's like I get to have a sleepover with my best friend every night."
Despite his protests against being a good dancer, I still enticed him to dance to some electronic swing with me when I discovered we had the living room to ourselves.
For twenty minutes we were left alone to spin and Charleston, robot and swing dance. The couple friends who did pop their head in, immediately left again for fear of spoiling the moment. It'll be hard to forget it. We were kids in love happily playing together.
Finally, motivated by liquor, I skipped out of the room to go and grab a few people to come back and join us. We ended up with an impromptu creative dance-off, the highlight for me being when I thought to create a dance move miming cleaning out a litter box.
Our friend AJ laughed, "Andrew, your girlfriend just made cleaning the litter into something sexy. "
Andrew: I know. I am a lucky, lucky man.
#noirony
As we left the party an hour or so later, I grinned to him recounting how much I enjoyed our dancing. "And as the saying goes, 'the couple that plays together stays together.'"
I just keep marveling at how different he is from my past. No way in hell would I have ever gotten Ryan dressed up in costume, much less dancing in public where his friends might see.
It's like the sky's the limit for the fun we can have together.
...
I'm glad to know neither of us is particularly good at karaoke. I sang my usual Sheryl Crow's "All I Wanna Do" since it was the first time Andrew had seen me get up and sing. Happily, he grinned from ear to ear and gave me a big hug when I sat back down afterwards. Later he got up to do a Rush song which I'd only first heard him play in his car a few weeks back. There were a ton of instrumental breaks, so for the most part he just stood up there shifting his weight and waiting for the lyrics to come back, but he had fun when he did sing and I adored watching him. Took a video of the entire performance for posterity, even if he groaned at me for it.
I dragged us home shortly after midnight for fear of being too tired at work today, and yet despite us crawling into bed by 12:30 a.m., it was another hour before we actually turned off the light and wished each other "sweet dreams."
We just lay cuddled in each others arms, my head in the nook of his chest, just beside his arm pit. He loves pulling me into that spot, as if his night doesn't feel complete until I'm resting on him and he's squeezing me tight.
And then we talked of a dozen silly things interspersed with copious amounts of giggle laughs.
I can't remember how we got to it, but at some point he goes, "You know, we should set up a blanket fort in the living room with the dining table chairs. We can sit underneath with flashlights and tell ghost stories.. it'd be romantic." I laugh and smile at him. He takes my reaction as a green light and with enthusiasm continues, "No, really, can we do this?" I laugh full out at this point, grin, kiss him and say, "Heck yes, just not tonight." For which I was rewarded with lots more squeezes and a couple "I love you"s to boot.
It's such a unique and wonderful feeling to be cherished and appreciated for who you are, exactly as you are, good and bad.
Friday night I held my breath while laying in the same "nook" position in his bed as he sighed and told me "I just can't believe how lucky I am."
I still hang on every syllable of anything romantic he gets up the nerve to tell me. I, unfortunately, have the habit of over-gushing and will tell him just why I'm so happy during my moments of happiness. It takes more for him to articulate his thoughts, so when he does, I lap them up like a kitten with a bowl of warm milk.
While at Weezies last night with Melissa, she got a call from her mom and mentioned she was out with Andrew and I. Felt a bit awkward as she got off the phone and gushed about how much her mom loves me and misses me and how happy she is to hear about Andrew and I.. you know, while he's sitting right next to me. Happily he went with it and cheers'd his glass to the compliment. It's nice to know he understands her connection now. Felt like such a lie by omission keeping that detail away from him for the first couple months.
Which, speaking of months, just another week 'til we'll be at the 3 month mark. I'll probably say this every month for the first year - feels as though we've been together for twice that amount of time. It's just so incredibly natural between us. Like breathing in and out.