I only write about him most of the time.
Yes. Yes. THAT the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of!
We are dating.
We are officially dating!
You okay?
Are you sure?
Falling out of your chair like that usually hurts...
But if you are sure you are fine...
It happened four days ago.
Four days.
It feels like a dream.
He helped with inventory.
After inventory I had to go teach dance.
When I got back...
He had made dinner.
Breathe. Seriously. You'll be fine.
We watched a movie
And there was a storm so he stayed later than usual.
And we talked.
We enjoy talking.
The lilt of his voice is mesmerizing.
And...
He asked me to be his girlfriend.
He did! He really did!
And I am so excited!
My heart is doing flips and flounces and... I just...
Wow.
the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of is my boyfriend.
It is so nice to say.
Boyfriend.
No hyphen.
No weird definition...
Just. Boyfriend.
Makes my heart skip a little thinking about it!
It is also scary.
I can't put into words why.
I can say that while I was so full of hope and faith that it would happen, part of me was accepting to the fact it wasn't going to happen.
And it did happen.
And that part of me is in shock. A good kind of shock though.
Perhaps that is what I am feeling.
But even so.
the-male-whom-I-am-fond-of is my boyfriend.
And that makes me the happiest girl in the world.