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Mkay, so. Brief backstory:
Stephen messaged me on OkCupid September 29. I basically never respond to people, but I was intrigued and decided to go for it. We ended up meeting for brunch the next day, talking for over 2 hours, and just generally getting along exceedingly well.
We met up the next Saturday night at my place for some epic board gaming. Which we did. And then we just started talking and talking. Also: Skylar (my cat, for those of you who don't know) came and snuggled up inbetween us on the couch...not quite touching Stephen, but...my kitten tends to be rather possessive of me, and he appears to **really** like Stephen. Eventually he (boy, not cat) managed to make the first move and we just held hands and talked for a while, and then finally started making out on the couch. Of course, my roommate came back pretty much right then and we did the whole "jump back, we weren't doing anything, swear!" move. Stephen goes to U of C, which is reasonably far away. He took public transport up to me, but there was no way I was sending him back that night on public transport, so I offered to take him home or let him stay. Aaaaand, he opted to stay. We had an extremely lovely and...athletic night and then went to brunch again (this time up in my neighborhood), but soon afterwards I had to take him home because he had much work to do.
And now, this past weekend:
We both very much wanted to see each other again, so it was decided that I would pick him on my way home from work Friday. Which I did. And...I dropped him off on my way TO work Monday. We started just chatting, and in one of the lulls I decided to broach a couple of "so...where might this go" things. Mostly asking him whether I should put up an emotional wall and just enjoy the physical benefits (which is something I've done before, so possible...at that point at least, it would have been) or whether I should let it stay down. Which is very scary for me because...I haven't really done that before. He grabbed my hands and we looked at each other and he told me to keep the wall down. And sort of...from there, I'm pretty sure about 3 or 4 months passed in the span of a few days.
That night, things were just electric...the way we touched each other...the little kisses...we both fell SUPER hard and SUPER fast. And both very much realized it. So we spent much of the weekend being like "holy shit, we're in trouble, but this is SO GOOD." And it's not just the deep emotional caring...which is totally there right now...but we keep...sort of talking about life things...trying hard not to talk about them as though we expect to be experiencing them together, but there's something in our tone that just...speaks those intentions anyway. So hard to explain! Basically, though, every time one of us would say something about our ideal future, the other one would be right there on the same page. So, you know, we tried really hard not to talk about it...because it's INSANE to be talking about it right now...but we're both going to live in the mountains with our 2-3 adorable, red-haired children, with a screened-in porch with a swing where we'll sit and watch thunderstorms...
**sigh** I know, right? Stephen and I both agree that it's a damn good thing that real life makes it so we can't see each other all the time (he's a very full time student and I'm a very full time teacher), because already we feel like we're way, way ahead of ourselves, but...at the same time it just feels like the absolute perfect place to be.
So Saturday we went to a Hungarian movie at the Chicago International Film Festival, and went out to lunch/dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and then came home and he read and I chilled and we just WERE together. And Sunday we walked to the grocery store hand-in-hand and bought things to make pie. And then he sat in the kitchen and did his reading while I baked pumpkin pie and apple pie, and sometimes he would help with the baking/cleaning, and sometimes we would just talk, and sometimes we would just kiss, and sometimes we would just smile at each other. And we listened to bluegrass and watched the rain, and it was beautiful.
Yep. He is wonderful, and we are wonderful together.
Also adorable: he brought some of the pie to the office staff for his program and they were quite insistent that I was a keeper, and he just smiled and said he already knew that. **melt**
This is a very strange place for me to be...but I like it, dammit! And it's much LESS terrifying than I expected it to be... That said, for those of you who read that and were like "yeah, that sounds rather crazy and way too fast," don't worry, we're both right there with ya. No rash decisions being made right now...because while it feels totally right being where we are, we are also both aware of both the intense effects of NRE and our own propensities for diving into things headfirst and completely.
Stephen messaged me on OkCupid September 29. I basically never respond to people, but I was intrigued and decided to go for it. We ended up meeting for brunch the next day, talking for over 2 hours, and just generally getting along exceedingly well.
We met up the next Saturday night at my place for some epic board gaming. Which we did. And then we just started talking and talking. Also: Skylar (my cat, for those of you who don't know) came and snuggled up inbetween us on the couch...not quite touching Stephen, but...my kitten tends to be rather possessive of me, and he appears to **really** like Stephen. Eventually he (boy, not cat) managed to make the first move and we just held hands and talked for a while, and then finally started making out on the couch. Of course, my roommate came back pretty much right then and we did the whole "jump back, we weren't doing anything, swear!" move. Stephen goes to U of C, which is reasonably far away. He took public transport up to me, but there was no way I was sending him back that night on public transport, so I offered to take him home or let him stay. Aaaaand, he opted to stay. We had an extremely lovely and...athletic night and then went to brunch again (this time up in my neighborhood), but soon afterwards I had to take him home because he had much work to do.
And now, this past weekend:
We both very much wanted to see each other again, so it was decided that I would pick him on my way home from work Friday. Which I did. And...I dropped him off on my way TO work Monday. We started just chatting, and in one of the lulls I decided to broach a couple of "so...where might this go" things. Mostly asking him whether I should put up an emotional wall and just enjoy the physical benefits (which is something I've done before, so possible...at that point at least, it would have been) or whether I should let it stay down. Which is very scary for me because...I haven't really done that before. He grabbed my hands and we looked at each other and he told me to keep the wall down. And sort of...from there, I'm pretty sure about 3 or 4 months passed in the span of a few days.
That night, things were just electric...the way we touched each other...the little kisses...we both fell SUPER hard and SUPER fast. And both very much realized it. So we spent much of the weekend being like "holy shit, we're in trouble, but this is SO GOOD." And it's not just the deep emotional caring...which is totally there right now...but we keep...sort of talking about life things...trying hard not to talk about them as though we expect to be experiencing them together, but there's something in our tone that just...speaks those intentions anyway. So hard to explain! Basically, though, every time one of us would say something about our ideal future, the other one would be right there on the same page. So, you know, we tried really hard not to talk about it...because it's INSANE to be talking about it right now...but we're both going to live in the mountains with our 2-3 adorable, red-haired children, with a screened-in porch with a swing where we'll sit and watch thunderstorms...
**sigh** I know, right? Stephen and I both agree that it's a damn good thing that real life makes it so we can't see each other all the time (he's a very full time student and I'm a very full time teacher), because already we feel like we're way, way ahead of ourselves, but...at the same time it just feels like the absolute perfect place to be.
So Saturday we went to a Hungarian movie at the Chicago International Film Festival, and went out to lunch/dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, and then came home and he read and I chilled and we just WERE together. And Sunday we walked to the grocery store hand-in-hand and bought things to make pie. And then he sat in the kitchen and did his reading while I baked pumpkin pie and apple pie, and sometimes he would help with the baking/cleaning, and sometimes we would just talk, and sometimes we would just kiss, and sometimes we would just smile at each other. And we listened to bluegrass and watched the rain, and it was beautiful.
Yep. He is wonderful, and we are wonderful together.
Also adorable: he brought some of the pie to the office staff for his program and they were quite insistent that I was a keeper, and he just smiled and said he already knew that. **melt**
This is a very strange place for me to be...but I like it, dammit! And it's much LESS terrifying than I expected it to be... That said, for those of you who read that and were like "yeah, that sounds rather crazy and way too fast," don't worry, we're both right there with ya. No rash decisions being made right now...because while it feels totally right being where we are, we are also both aware of both the intense effects of NRE and our own propensities for diving into things headfirst and completely.