Do you recall the brief mention of my drive with Z? Talking about anything and everything, we rode all over town, my left hand staying attached to his right one. We kissed. He took me home before midnight. For a variety of reasons I tried valiantly to resist my feelings towards him. Resistance proved futile. In the middle of our third date I succumbed to the overwhelming desire to be the Bonnie to his Clyde. 10/12/13 flew out the window. Dating any other male no longer appealed to me. All I wanted was to be in a committed, exclusive relationship with Z. So consider this my official announcement that I am a deliriously happy girlfriend to an incredible man who is crazy enough to be my boyfriend.
We did not meet through my dating website. [[Sidenote: I deactivated my profile and haven't logged on since.]] A relatively new friend of mine made the observation that I was extremely smart, extremely sarcastic, and extremely strange. Imagine that! As luck would have it this person had a male friend with the exact same description. The five of us were watching television when I randomly blurted out a request for Z‘s number in front of the entire group. He gave it to me and I texted him within thirty seconds.
Bonus points for the fact that Z appreciates the value of random trinkets like I do. On our first date he gave me a pocket knife– and I’m also the proud recipient of the mood ring and watch you see pictured– along with various other things.
Adornments from Z complement my PTA wristband nicely.
Z is not the first letter of his name. I won’t reveal that or any other identifying details about him on this blog. Definitely no photos. We have our reasons for this. All in due time. Suffice it to say he’s blog shy, He refuses to join Facebook.
Few people know me as well as my Soul Sister and Very Best Friend. Maris met Z. She understood immediately. To steal a phrase of hers we are ‘equally yoked’ with similar upbringings, current circumstances, and expectations. Because Chris lives in Chattanooga we are relegated to email. Here are some snippets from a message I shared with him: “We often say that we share a brain…it’s uncanny how similar we are.” / “The two of us finish each others’ sentences and he can read me like a book before I even have to say a word.” / “I can honestly say that other than Will he’s the only person I’ve ever been with that I can be myself around 110% of the time.” / “We just understand each other.” Statements like these do not come from my mouth. Ever. Z = muy importante. <3
This is how you know you’re deliriously smitten.
HONESTY & COMMUNICATION. HONESTY & COMMUNICATION. HONESTY & COMMUNICATION. We understand these two be our two cardinal rules, the foundation upon which we build our relationship. While it’s never been so easy to be honest and communicate with a person….it’s historically been difficult for us to do these things with a partner.
Beyond that, we laugh. We laugh constantly. I’ve never laughed so much with somebody who laughs so much with me. Our time together is constant fun. Whether it’s driving around aimlessly, stuffing our faces at Waffle House, listening to Guttermouth, drinking Faygo, or jumping through windows– I cherish every second we spend together.
‘Giddy’ describes my attitude towards him. I giggle and flirt and want nothing more than to just be near him. Does this sound like me? Not in the least. All this has thrown me for a loop. My schedule is insane yet I find myself penciling in space for him. When I make time to see somebody [even if it's only the 7 minute drive home from work]– that’s a major indicator that it’s the real deal.
Besides…anyone who refers to me as ‘Bucket’ [and lives to tell about it] is probably my soul mate.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,