So, Many of my friends already know what has happened, but for the sake of recording I’ll write it here now that I have some free time. Since I’ve started this blog up again I’ve mentioned this one thing called “The Reason” and have made it somewhat obvious what that thing was.
Yeah, it’s a guy.
Last Friday (after talking since April and going on dates since July) we finally decided to call our relationship more than just friendship. It…honestly still hasn’t quite hit me yet. I don’t feel an emotional difference. I am perfectly fine with not feeling any difference emotionally. We’re still best friends, but now it’s ok for me to tell him I like him.
But, of course this is story time.
As I’ve stated before, I was in an abusive relationship when I attended college. That relationship ended for the last time the fall semester of my senior year in 2012. I will admit now that I did try ChristianMingle about a year later but, the only conversation that seemed to go anywhere revealed early on that the person was possessive and that brought me back into that fear of being owned and controlled by someone who didn’t see me as a mind but an accessory. I deleted my account and felt my curiosity was satisfied. Dating sites just wouldn’t work for me.
Fast forward to earlier this year, about late March and early April. I had decided I was going to move on from my job at a hotel once another place became available, I had just had my wisdom teeth removed, and my life was pressing forward to make changes for the better.
One day, I just had a whim. It was a very strong sense of curiosity. I had already made plans to travel the world by myself, not need anyone else, maybe adopt down the road. This whim made no sense. However, at the end of the day, I still had an account on Match and was browsing the “Christian/Protestant” guys.
To be honest, I did see him that first day but it took me a day or two to examine his profile in full. When I did, I knew I had to contact him immediately. This man was wearing a Gryffindor scarf. When scrolling down to see what he looked for in a match I was sad to find I didn’t fit into one of the categories. If it hadn’t been for that scarf I would have left it at that. I figured the worst that would happen is he’d never answer.
Well, he did. I replied. He replied awhile later. We began to reply until May or June rolled around and I added him on facebook. Came to find out his scarf wasn’t Gryffindor but for the college he graduated from. We both enjoyed writing, exploring, photography, and styles of the older generations. We could make each other laugh.
At the end of June we made arrangements to meet in he Capitol of our state. I greeted him with a hug and my glasses promptly got knocked off my face. That was corrected and we just spent the day together. We met again, I got lost for an HOUR trying to find his house and found out he’s not exactly the best when giving directions. But, I drove him to Burlington and we had a fun day. He even met my parents for a bit and we watched the fireworks at my church.
Every week since then we’ve gone out. Each week we go to a different restaurant and explore the areas we’ve lived in for awhile but never had the time to just look at and enjoy. Yes, we also hold hands and go to Starbucks to give fake names to the servers (they always purposefully spell my name wrong because they know my name isn’t really Imogen or Gwen) and take pictures of that for Instagram. But, more importantly we just talk, enjoy each other’s company, make each other laugh more easily than before.
I had a suspicion he liked me more than just a friend. I kinda fell for him pretty quickly so I always told myself I was just being hopeful. Then he finally told me last Friday “If you decide you’re ready, just tell me.”
I told him I was ready. My whole family was happy to hear the news and my sister threatened him as all older sisters must do when their younger sister gets a boyfriend.
So, to protect his identity I’ll call him “Professor H” from now on. It sounds a little less cliché than “The Reason” to me. For now I’m not sure how frequently I’ll talk about him since while he is important to my life, he is not the whole of my life. But, I’m certain he’ll make an appearance here every once in awhile.