12.15.2010 Hello

I suspect that there is less than a snowball's chance in hell that anybody will ever read the following words. Which is potentially why I'm writing them. Well, that and I'm seriously bored at my desk looking for anything, ANYTHING to distract me. And I figured it would be sort of interesting to go back and read some posts I'd made here ... a little walk down memory lane for MseDater.

Well, thankfully, I'm no longer MseDater. I'm ... um ... in a relationship. Strange to say and when I refer to him as "boyfriend" in conversation, I always hesitate a little bit. I know why I do. It's because I've never comfortably referred to anyone as "boyfriend" before. Not even Friend. He was always Friend.

So, a boyfriend I now have. We're going on 5 months now ... We shared seafood for my birthday, have gone on a long weekend away to the beach together and he refers to us as a "we". I like being a "we". WE are even making plans for NYE, the biggest and worst dating holiday of the year, some may argue it is matched only by Valentine's Day in it's potential for pressure, fighting, disappointment and drama. We haven't gotten to Valentine's Day yet but I think I'm going to strongly advocate that we skip it because the thought of him going out, buying me flowers and making a reservation at some ridiculously over the top 'romantic' restaurant makes me want to simultaneously gag and pee in my pants with laughter. I'd rather sit in his apartment and talk, while drinking white wine and devouring tons of peel and eat shrimp.

MseDater is one half of a we. The other half of the we is a wonderful, cynical little germophobe who has ten thousand million quirks (mainly having to do with cleanliness) and loves to fish, drink beer and flaunt his technical expertise in my face. He is always either late or asking whether he can be (at 7:10 I get a text asking whether we can change our meeting time from 7:30 to 8:00 - makes me see red!!) but when he finally does walk in the door, what time it is no longer matters.

Being with him has taught me two very important things:
1) little things do not matter and battles must be picked - carefully
2) you just never know what (or who) is gonna float your boat

Over the course of the first couple weeks, I never worried about him. I didn't analyze anything and he pursued me. Emailing, texting, sometimes calling (not a big phone person but what man is?) daily. He is the one who referred to us very early on as being in a "monogamous relationship". He's the one who made the overtures for the weekend away at the beach house and suggested every beautiful night we were there that we sit on the second story deck and watch the sunset because it ws romantic. Mmmmm, just thinking about it gives me stomach butterflies ... I still get them when we see each other, particularly if we haven't seen each other for a week or so which has happened a lot lately given the holidays and several work trips of his.

Do I love this person? Not yet. Yet. I'm close though. I do not want to let him go. I do not want to leave his presence. I feel lucky to be with him and I know he's lucky to have me.

Huh. I know no one is going to read this ... but just typing it is making me smile in the middle of this drab, boring, annoying work day. And that's enough for me. It's even better that I'll be seeing him in less than 48 hours. Hopefully we'll have sushi, the spicy scallop roll.

That's OUR favorite.