Today comes with a mature audiences warning. If you think that romance should only happen between one man and one woman, then you'll probably want to check out some other blogs today and come back to visit me tomorrow for Vintage Thingies Thursday. This romantic story is not very traditional, even in the gay culture. And more's the pity. Too many gay men (and that's the only group I can speak for) sell themselves short and try to make a relationship with the wrong person just because they miss that feeling of family that so many of us lose when we come out. I used to do that. But, then I learned that there was a better way and put some rules out there and I found someone else that had their own rules that were compatible with mine.
So, here goes the most romantic story that was never put on film.
Ten years ago, I was dating a guy. The purpose of dating is to find out about someone and decide whether you can be in a relationship with them. And, this was going nowhere. The more I got to know him, the more I realized that. But, I hadn't reached that point where I was ready to say something.
I went to a friend's birthday and the party ended up in a dance hall for a few beers. This tall, lanky blond drink of water walked up to me and cut me out of the crowd and started to talk to me. It was a light conversation and I pointed out that I was dating someone else, while at the same time checking him out from under my eyelashes in all his cowboy glory. Flirty, but giving nothing. We talked for about 15 minutes and then he was gone.
A couple weeks later, I was out with my date and he walked up to me, out of the blue, and said "I've met someone else and want to date him" so basically, we're on a date and he gives me the boot. That's just rude!
The night goes on and I've had a good laugh at getting dumped in public with my friends, who all heard it and saw him walk away with someone else. There's a guy from out of town flirting with me. And, suddenly, this lanky blond cowboy is behind me. And, his next words were "Can I kiss you?"
Okay, so maybe not the most romantic thing in your life, but for me, that was da' bomb! Nobody ever asked permission before. Even today, he can walk up behind me and say those words and I get weak in the knees, remembering that first night.
6 months of dating and then he moved in. 7 years later, the kid came into our lives. Three years of that and we're still together, through thick and thin. He's mine. And, I think I'll keep him.
And, who can resist someone that looks this happy 97% of the time. This picture is from our first vacation.
And, this picture is from last year. We're under a store sign, but I guess it's become an accurate description of us, too.
This is one of his first birthday cakes. Do you miss these dear? Now, the poor thing is lucky to get storebought...which reminds me, I'm gonna need to leave work early today to stop by the store.
Because today is his birthday! Yes, he's one year younger than me again (notice how I didn't give you any information there, while seeming to do so).