The whirlwind slows down...
...and I catch my breath again.
Friday I was beside myself with worry/fear that perhaps this new ‘relationship’ was already on the way down the slippery slope towards nothingness/oblivion…I was literally sick with that feeling/knowledge.
But then, when I showed up to see him Friday evening, things seemed to be OK – better than just OK. I mean he was actually happy to see me and affectionate.
We talked a little bit and reconnected. It’s all a matter of BOTH partners ‘hearing one another’ and really listening, not surface listening.
We went shopping together found a ski jacket for me, however, I may exchange that one because at the other branch of this particular sporting goods store, I found one on the clearance rack for half price which would allow me to buy more stuff for skiing. Afterwards, he wanted to take me to a pumpkin patch (which would have been very romantic), but it was closed *pouts*. Instead, we went to a local bar by him and heard a lackluster band and I had a lesson in how to shoot pool (I knew how to play pool, but I have not shot a game in literally almost a decade – and I was never that good to begin with) – so I technically got a ‘lesson’ from him – on top of getting to watch him play which I find incredibly erotic for some reason (it’s all in his form). We headed to his place, after he played one of the locals a quick couple of games. Since he had purchased a dart board for his basement playroom for him/the kids, we put it up and played darts. I had a blast, laughing myself silly – I sucked - but then it’s been a while since I played.
The next day was nice – he took his kids to a party. I went home and did some laundry. I then went out to find him a replacement chain to wear with his cross – unfortunately, I have to take it back because it was too long for him. I found a card that was perfect for what I wanted to say (not because it was ‘Sweetest Day’ but because we need to be romantic to one another regardless – or at least *I* think we do – it’s why relationships and marriages fizzle out – cause we don’t take the time to do those ‘little things’ that mean so much). We went shopping again looking at skis for him (skis, boots, bindings – geez its’ so fucking expensive). Then after a quick jog over to the bookstore, where I bought a couple of books for the newborn twins (my best friend’s daughter just had twin girls) – we left (way earlier than either one of us would normally leave a book store), and I took him over to my girlfriend’s daughter’s house to meet my ‘second’ family. We spent the remainder of the evening with them talking and laughing and he seemed to be relaxed and comfortable amongst these people that I love dearly.
As we left, my friend’s other daughter (who is suffering from a life-threatening disease and who is extremely devout in her Catholic faith), asked us to attend mass the next day and be at the baptism of her twin nieces. It felt wrong turning her down, we agreed to be there. I was really happy to be sharing these things with Erin – to me this is a big milestone, meeting family members and going to family functions. Spent Saturday evening together and then got up Sunday – he had to teach his PSR class; afterwards, we went together to the mass/baptism which ended up lasting close to 5 hours (since we were then invited to join everyone for the luncheon following. Again it was wonderful and in a way kind of frightening to have him attend this function – almost as if the level of the relationship is somehow becoming more ‘serious’ but of course this does not work in a vacuum and I am not sure if this is just me feeling this way or it’s both of us. Regardless it was lovely. Just to be there celebrating the occasion felt marvelous and having Erin there made it even more special.
After the luncheon we went back to his place, I changed and went to Liam’s to see him – spent time hanging out and helping him – mainly talking while he put up his Barbie doll collection. Drove home through the whirlwind/blustering winds and ended up once again at Erin’s spending the night – which again was lovely (sigh upon sigh, moment to moment – exactly how love is suppose to work).
Sometimes, coming down from the initial ‘high’ of a romance is greatest feeling in the world - a sense that perhaps this time, I’ve found the person worth waiting for...
Friday I was beside myself with worry/fear that perhaps this new ‘relationship’ was already on the way down the slippery slope towards nothingness/oblivion…I was literally sick with that feeling/knowledge.
But then, when I showed up to see him Friday evening, things seemed to be OK – better than just OK. I mean he was actually happy to see me and affectionate.
We talked a little bit and reconnected. It’s all a matter of BOTH partners ‘hearing one another’ and really listening, not surface listening.
We went shopping together found a ski jacket for me, however, I may exchange that one because at the other branch of this particular sporting goods store, I found one on the clearance rack for half price which would allow me to buy more stuff for skiing. Afterwards, he wanted to take me to a pumpkin patch (which would have been very romantic), but it was closed *pouts*. Instead, we went to a local bar by him and heard a lackluster band and I had a lesson in how to shoot pool (I knew how to play pool, but I have not shot a game in literally almost a decade – and I was never that good to begin with) – so I technically got a ‘lesson’ from him – on top of getting to watch him play which I find incredibly erotic for some reason (it’s all in his form). We headed to his place, after he played one of the locals a quick couple of games. Since he had purchased a dart board for his basement playroom for him/the kids, we put it up and played darts. I had a blast, laughing myself silly – I sucked - but then it’s been a while since I played.
The next day was nice – he took his kids to a party. I went home and did some laundry. I then went out to find him a replacement chain to wear with his cross – unfortunately, I have to take it back because it was too long for him. I found a card that was perfect for what I wanted to say (not because it was ‘Sweetest Day’ but because we need to be romantic to one another regardless – or at least *I* think we do – it’s why relationships and marriages fizzle out – cause we don’t take the time to do those ‘little things’ that mean so much). We went shopping again looking at skis for him (skis, boots, bindings – geez its’ so fucking expensive). Then after a quick jog over to the bookstore, where I bought a couple of books for the newborn twins (my best friend’s daughter just had twin girls) – we left (way earlier than either one of us would normally leave a book store), and I took him over to my girlfriend’s daughter’s house to meet my ‘second’ family. We spent the remainder of the evening with them talking and laughing and he seemed to be relaxed and comfortable amongst these people that I love dearly.
As we left, my friend’s other daughter (who is suffering from a life-threatening disease and who is extremely devout in her Catholic faith), asked us to attend mass the next day and be at the baptism of her twin nieces. It felt wrong turning her down, we agreed to be there. I was really happy to be sharing these things with Erin – to me this is a big milestone, meeting family members and going to family functions. Spent Saturday evening together and then got up Sunday – he had to teach his PSR class; afterwards, we went together to the mass/baptism which ended up lasting close to 5 hours (since we were then invited to join everyone for the luncheon following. Again it was wonderful and in a way kind of frightening to have him attend this function – almost as if the level of the relationship is somehow becoming more ‘serious’ but of course this does not work in a vacuum and I am not sure if this is just me feeling this way or it’s both of us. Regardless it was lovely. Just to be there celebrating the occasion felt marvelous and having Erin there made it even more special.
After the luncheon we went back to his place, I changed and went to Liam’s to see him – spent time hanging out and helping him – mainly talking while he put up his Barbie doll collection. Drove home through the whirlwind/blustering winds and ended up once again at Erin’s spending the night – which again was lovely (sigh upon sigh, moment to moment – exactly how love is suppose to work).
Sometimes, coming down from the initial ‘high’ of a romance is greatest feeling in the world - a sense that perhaps this time, I’ve found the person worth waiting for...
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