I was reminded today that it took 5 months for Andrew and I to get our act together enough to date. The first time I met him I was rude. The second time he ignored me (a friend was even trying to set us up). The third time he had a date. It was the fourth time that finally did it. Then, that only happened because of my stubborn determination to get him to go out with me. Our first date was to OBERON to see a Boston Circus Guild performance. I was nervous as all hell. He was calm and cool and annoyingly collected because I asked him out. He knew he had the upper hand. What he didnt know was that I had already had a date to the performance. I had called that date up to tell him I was taking someone else, instead. That guy was cool with it. I think he realized we werent really compatible. I think if Andy had known that I had ditched another guy, he wouldnt have gone. I drove because, at the time, Andy wasnt keen on driving in the city. He was white knuckled the whole time. We jabbered about all kinds of things as I drove. It was fantastic. I parked the car and then it happened. He held my hand as we walked to the theatre. I think that moment sealed it for me. I know that I was going to get seriously enamoured with this guy. As we walked, something else happened. We walked past one of my favorite buildings in Boston. Its just off Harvard Square. He paused to look at it and pointed out the face the windows and doors make that I love. I felt warm and fuzzy because he could see the hidden things I could. He made me want to put a camera in his hands. We got to Oberon and ran into friends we both knew and laughed as we realized how much of our worlds crossed without us having really connected before (realizing the number of times we had actually met came later) and then grinned at each other when we knew the performers, already. It was an excellent first date, my best one ever. It was magical and fun and wondrous. Two months later hed introduce me to his family, the first woman to make it that far. A month after that, wed admit that we werent seeing anyone else, just each other and that things felt serious between us. Six months after that, hed move in with me. And its been six months since then. I know its not any sort of anniversary or anything like that, but I love you madly, Andy. September 2012 is the start of our little tale. Its now June of 2014. Most days I wish that we had connected sooner or even met sooner, but we both needed to percolate first, apparently. Im so grateful that you are such a large part of my life. Youre awesome.
Posted on: Mon, 09 Jun 2014 14:18:52 +0000
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