In late October, about three months after we started dating, cute Glasses and I spent the weekend together. Before going back and reading old emails, I thought that the story I am about to tell you happened after our mini-vacation. Turns out, it was actually two weeks before the Boston trip. Ok back to the story, so, we spend the weekend together. We went to dinner Friday, he slept over and we woke up together on Saturday morning. Things between us were growing more comfortable. I stopped obsessing about weird girl things like farting in my sleep. We were a true couple.
We went shopping that Saturday and I helped Cute Glasses pick out some fall clothing. Cute Glasses loved having my input. It felt good to be appreciated and obviously, my fashion sense only improved his look!
The plan for that evening was to take the train into the city and see a comedy show. After the show, we planned to meet some of my friends at bar and take in a Phillies World Series game. We took the train to avoid parking and free ourselves up to enjoy some alcoholic beverages. The D. L. Hughley show started late, the first show ran over and bumped the second show back. We had to wait in line for an hour. I flashed back to relationships past. I imagined Rocker Boy having one of his toddler-like episodes. If I were in this situation with him, he would have been incessantly complaining about the cost of the tickets and the untimely start of the show. Rocker Boy would have let the situation ruin the whole night. I became nervous that under duress, Cute Glasses might display some of the same behaviors.
Cute Glasses did voice his annoyance at the late start but it was a fleeting comment. When I suggested we get drinks from the bar while waiting in line he immediately agreed and went off to make the purchase. There was no comment about the inflated cost at the bar or annoying people in the crowd. He was able to focus on me and make the best of an irritating scenario. Thankful that Cute Glasses could go with the flow, I relaxed and enjoyed the wait, after all it was more time spent with the person I loved. Wait…did I just say loved???
That is when it hit me. I loved him. Yes, it had only been three months and yes, we were still getting to know each other but based on all the encounters we had up to that moment, I knew. Comparisons to ghosts of boyfriends past only confirmed what my heart was telling my mind; this was Mr. Right. Of course, Cute Glasses had not mentioned love yet and I did not want to be the first to utter the words. I took deep breaths and calmed the butterflies in my stomach. We were finally seated in the audience and I specifically recall Cute Glasses asking me if I was feeling ok. Stunted by my recent inner revelation, the initial surprise must have shown on my face. The show began and I was able to evade the question. It was hilarious and worth the wait; afterwards we headed to meet my friends.
The friends we met up with that night were two of my oldest and dearest. I have known them since the age of fourteen and I would say they know me better then most. Cute Glasses was a bit intimidated since both friends were male. I assume that there is a certain added pressure for a man if two other men are judging him. Despite his anxiety, Cute Glasses was well received by my circle. For the first time in a long time, my male friends approved of my choice in significant other. It made my crazy love feeling get stronger. As the booze continued to flow, I could feel the words bubbling up to my lips (or maybe that was just the beer burps).
At 1:00am, Cute Glasses and I headed back to the train station to make our way home. The Phillies had won the game that night so drunk and joyful Philadelphians were aflutter. We arrived at the platform about ten minutes before the train was scheduled to arrive. We sat on a bench waiting and Cute Glasses asked me if I enjoyed the night. I told him what a great time I had and how happy it made me to spend time with him. Cute Glasses admitted how nervous he was about meeting my friends. He was worried they would not like him and said that he put a lot of pressure on himself to make a good impression.
“They loved you,” I said.
“You really think so? I hope so,” said Cute Glasses. He looked sad and went on to tell me he was worried it did not go well.
“They loved you, I love you,” I whispered.
There it was; it bubbled up again and escaped! It was out there…the “L Bomb”, as Friend Blue would say. My stomach was in knots. Cute Glasses’ face went soft and he smiled.
“I am so in love with you. I have been trying to tell you all week,” said Cute Glasses. He explained that he could not find the right time and thought that maybe it was too soon to share. The ride home was filled with hugs and kisses and the sappy crap of romantic comedies. It was the first time I ever told a man I loved him before he told me. Maybe because that time I meant it sincerely. Cute Glasses was my Mr. Right.