A brief catching up
I just got fussed at by GT, the original slacker blogger. Yeesh. Still, he's got an almost legitimate kvetch b/c I emailed him and several other close friends w/ what counts in my world as an info bomb: I have a boyfriend.
This is weird.
First of all, before our date last night, I would have said that this guy and I would continue to platonically hang out and become very good friends but that he'd probably decided that I would not make a good partner for him (he's very much up front about searching for a life mate), and I was not exactly devastated by that.
He's a guy my sister set me up with after having met him for exactly 30 minutes. He's an LVN who was assigned to her classroom for one of her severely special-needs kids (kid's really a vegetable, but that's a long ugly story for another time). They got to talking, she decided I'd like him, asked if he was single, when the answer was yes, showed him a picture of me and asked if he wanted to meet me, then proceeded to give him my cell phone number. I almost killed her. But I agreed to meet him, and we've been seeing each other once a week or so since late August.
Turns out he's a devout Lutheran, and last time we saw each other, we had a very long conversation about the differences in our beliefs, and I'd really thought that the differences were enough to kibbosh any potential. And, OK, if we're going to be completely honest, while I'd dated him, I'd also kept the walls up really high and put some warning signs up (metaphorical "Danger! Attack Dog Within!" kinds of things).
We decided to play tourist and go walk along the rivewalk and gaze at the Christmas lights last night, and I guess maybe b/c I was sure it wasn't going anywhere, something started to feel radically, completely different.
It was a bit like someone flipped a switch. I realized, as the evening progressed, that he was sending me all the signals that meant that he was more into me than he'd shown previously. I realized as well that I was enjoying it. Then when he brought me home, he said that we needed to see each other much more often and he kissed me. Then my knees got weak, we climbed back into his car, and that's sufficient detail for a public blog post.
It's weird also b/c while I've had a few men in my bed since my ugly ugly break up back in the 20th century, I've not even come close to wanting to call any of them "my boyfriend." Last night, I'm the one who said "I guess I should start calling you my boyfriend now." He said "what have you been calling me?" and I responded with "The guy I've been dating." He said, "Oh. Yeah, boyfriend works better for me." Impulsive, much? It is so completely bizarre for me to even want to trust a guy, and yet I claimed him.
Maybe it's because he tells me I'm dainty. Appeals to vanity work notoriously well. At any rate, life just got a little weirder, but for once, I'm OK with that.
This is weird.
First of all, before our date last night, I would have said that this guy and I would continue to platonically hang out and become very good friends but that he'd probably decided that I would not make a good partner for him (he's very much up front about searching for a life mate), and I was not exactly devastated by that.
He's a guy my sister set me up with after having met him for exactly 30 minutes. He's an LVN who was assigned to her classroom for one of her severely special-needs kids (kid's really a vegetable, but that's a long ugly story for another time). They got to talking, she decided I'd like him, asked if he was single, when the answer was yes, showed him a picture of me and asked if he wanted to meet me, then proceeded to give him my cell phone number. I almost killed her. But I agreed to meet him, and we've been seeing each other once a week or so since late August.
Turns out he's a devout Lutheran, and last time we saw each other, we had a very long conversation about the differences in our beliefs, and I'd really thought that the differences were enough to kibbosh any potential. And, OK, if we're going to be completely honest, while I'd dated him, I'd also kept the walls up really high and put some warning signs up (metaphorical "Danger! Attack Dog Within!" kinds of things).
We decided to play tourist and go walk along the rivewalk and gaze at the Christmas lights last night, and I guess maybe b/c I was sure it wasn't going anywhere, something started to feel radically, completely different.
It was a bit like someone flipped a switch. I realized, as the evening progressed, that he was sending me all the signals that meant that he was more into me than he'd shown previously. I realized as well that I was enjoying it. Then when he brought me home, he said that we needed to see each other much more often and he kissed me. Then my knees got weak, we climbed back into his car, and that's sufficient detail for a public blog post.
It's weird also b/c while I've had a few men in my bed since my ugly ugly break up back in the 20th century, I've not even come close to wanting to call any of them "my boyfriend." Last night, I'm the one who said "I guess I should start calling you my boyfriend now." He said "what have you been calling me?" and I responded with "The guy I've been dating." He said, "Oh. Yeah, boyfriend works better for me." Impulsive, much? It is so completely bizarre for me to even want to trust a guy, and yet I claimed him.
Maybe it's because he tells me I'm dainty. Appeals to vanity work notoriously well. At any rate, life just got a little weirder, but for once, I'm OK with that.