As of yesterday, Boyfriend and I have been together for 2 years.
Maybe that doesn't seem like a long time to you, but to someone who's longest (consistant/steady) relationship averaged to about six months… it's a huge deal. I was the barfly, the Chickasaurus Rex, the vixen, vamp, whore who picked up a new playmate everytime I went out. It was the only reason I went out :( good times and bad times, both, they were.
Then I met Him. Too good to be true. He was everything I'd ever wanted but never believed I'd have- the Prince Charming ideal that little girls dream of only to be disillusioned later in life after meeting all the Mr Wrongs. We begin to doubt that there is such a person.
The first time I saw him was at one of his gigs. I figured he was a hot friend of the promoter, whom I knew socially. I was just about to wrangle and introduction wheh he took the stage to tune. “oh no, not another musican!” He was beautiful and played like a total pro. When he joked about trying to get laid after the show, I approached him. He chatted in a friendly manner than excused himself because he had to setup for a party at his place.
Several months later, he strolled into my usual hangout. I tried to get my favourite bartender to hook us up, but he thought I was going to play some cruel joke on the guy. Some reputation I had huh? I couldn't get up the courage to strike up a conversation. Me intimidated by a man?! That was a first.
A few more months of the same `ol same `ol passed. Then I happened to wind up at his bands Friday night house gig, which was only a few blocks from my place. I started going regularly and eventually he was chatting me up, buying me drinks… but never tried to pick me up blatantly. I didn't actively purseu him. I knew he was a different caliber male, so I waited patiently- totally out of character for me.
Then one night the band canceled at the last minute but we both showed up there to hang out anyway. He was most friendly and receptive but so shy and subtle that when he kept talking about his house and how I should come by for a drink and see it sometime, I actually believe he was just being nice and making conversation. But, a few drinks later, he leaned across and kissed me. I figured he might be into me then. lol. So, on my way out I gave him my address and phone number telling him I wouldn't come to his place but he could stop by mine later.
To my surprise, he actually showed up. He was so sweet, talking small talk nervously, asking if it was alright to smoke and finally asking if it was ok to kiss me again. The sex was intense, passionate, gentle, animal- we were both into it and completely absorbed. He held me desperately, tightly, all night. The next morning I truly felt sad (again another first) when he promised to call. No one ever gets that obligatory phone call. But, again he proved himself different from the rest, and was asking me to dinner a mere four hours later. We have been together ever since the dinner that night.
So many memories… So many uncanny things have happened in our relationship. The most eerie being that I conceived that very first night that we were together. I knew exactly what I wanted- I opted not to have the baby. He was slighly sad about that, yet slightly relieved at the same time. He was wonderful throughout the whole ordeal, caring, concerned, patient, kind, loving. Ultimately, it brought us closer together, instead of ruining the relationship. But I uh wouldn't suggest it to anyone else ;)
Sometimes I do wonder what people think when they see us together or learn of our age difference. He's twenty years older than I, although he doesn't look his age and has never been pegged as my father. Not that it matters, but I am curious. I am proud that we're such a success story, especically considering we met in bar, had what would otherwise have been just another one night stand, are decades apart… the list goes on and on.
At our one year mark we “mock” picked eachother up again just like before in that same bar. Tonite we're going out for crablegs =)
