It's been a week since I had time to update my blog. That has a lot to do with the fact that the "powers that be" at my work place have decided we no longer need web access on the main printer that I am working on. That's my only real free time. During lag time I will take a moment to write and read email and update entries to the blog. So, with a quirky cd reader on this computer at home, posting my pics to my photo journal I am working on has also come to a stand still unless I can get it to work by some miracle. George said he'd help me.
Well, this blog is a reflection on George's birthday. We had a really nice time, enjoyed a couple of nice dinners with just the two of us, and then with my sister and her husband, whose birthday is the same day as George's. When I say "it started with a kiss", this was actually the "anniversary" of when I realized George and I had crossed over to an interest in each other that was "more" than friendship. It's truly one of my fondest memories of our shy beginning two years ago. I found out later that George had "rainchecked" a birthday dinner invite from his mom, because I spoke up a few days before his birthday and asked if he'd like to come over and watch ER with me and I'd cook him a simple birthday dinner, chocolate cake and all. Up to this point he and I had become good friends, and I was so attracted to him, but still wasn't sure if he saw me as more than just a good friend. He was playing the coy boy, I suppose. He'd seem so interested in spending time with me, but he wasn't making "moves" for the same reasons I wasn't. He knew I'd been through so much relationship hell, and I think he was afraid I'd blow him off. The evening of his 30th birthday was the same as previous get togethers. We had a nice time talking, watching t.v., ate dinner and just did our usual relaxed friendly thing. I usually would hug him goodbye in a platonic way, but this evening, something possessed me to tip toe up and give him a quick kiss on the lips. I IMMEDIATELY inwardly freaked out, tho' he didn't register a negative reaction. He just smiled, said "goodnight" and went to his car. After he drove away, I spent the rest of the night going "you stupid idiot.....he probably DOESN'T even like you that way, and now he's going to avoid you at work."
The next day, though, he was his usual friendly self, and I thought..."this is a good sign- I suppose". But again, in his then-maddening way, he wouldn't acknowledge how exactly he was thinking or feeling about ANYTHING. He has since opened his heart to me completely. Later, upon leaving work for the evening, we said our "see ya laters" and he drove off, while I sat in the parking lot checking my phone messages. A minute later, his car comes circling back into the parking lot, and I fig'd he'd left something in the building. I rolled my window down as he got out of his car and started walking my way. He came to my window, leaned down and said "I forgot something" and proceeded to give me one of those sweet sexy kisses that make every single one of your nerve endings come alive from head to toe. Then, he got in his car and drove away. I was speechless. I must have sat there for God knows how long, unable to move or think. The first thought that finally registered was..."Oh my God, my life is about to change". I just seemed to know at that moment that he was "the one".
That was a template for how our relationship would progress through the next year and a half 'til our engagement. Both of us were carefully cultivating our love, yet he was endlessly surprising me with the answers I needed whenever I'd want to know where his heart was. He and I both were cautious, but so in sync, so perfect. I will do everything in my power to keep those sweet surprises as a regular part of our lives together.
