We've been dating a month now. What started out as a "let's take this slowly" and see each other once a week sort of casual relationship has turned into a "I've cancelled all my appointments for the weekend. Let's see a movie Friday night, do laundry Saturday morning, hit the beach all day, play miniature golf, have dinner on the boardwalk, come home, make popcorn, watch a movie and play kissy-face every chance we get" sort of can't-get-enough-of-your-love-baby romance.
We're agreed that Hallmark is going to clean up off us come Valentine's Day next year.
I did not see this coming at all. Frankly, I didn't think it would last this long. Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitchin'. He's adorable and I love being with him. We have fun together. We are both "man-boys" who compliment each other nicely in that department. One day it's riding roller coasters, the next day it's business trips to the South.
We're negotiating over vacation time. Both of us had summer commitments made long before we met each other. Sometimes we can adjust... sometimes we have to fulfill our commitments (such as mine to a 12-Step "roundup" in September) and sometimes we just have to suck it up and deal with it.
Negotiating is a part of how healthy relationships are. Another part, and maybe more importantly, is respecting each others limits, beliefs and boundaries.
I told him that I prayed. He thought that was fine but that, for him, he doesn't "grovel." I told him that I don't grovel either but I find that prayer helps me to be grateful, and that when I am grateful, I am happy and optimistic.
He's already told me that he likes me to be happy and optimistic. So prayer must be working for me.
So, we're slowly finding our way through the minefield called love.
It helps that both of us think that we're the lucky one! You can't do much better than that!
Wish us luck!