Well hello there! Long time friend! How’s the family?
Ok, FINE, I’ve been absent…I know. I’d love to be able to say, “Ohhhh my I’m so sorry, I’m SOOOOOO caught up in my magical whirlwind romaaaaahnce and I’m so blissfully happy.”
Don’t get me wrong, Nice Boy is fucking fantastic as ever and some days I’m happier than I ever thought I could be. But this is real life people! I stress in therapy and yell and don’t understand some of the things that he does and sometimes I’m a jackass and elbow him in the face when I kiss him goodnight. Nothing’s perfect people – I am far from it.
But! Last night I had one of those happier than ever times. Time like I had only ever heard other girls talk about.
To give you a little background, Nice Boy had asked what I was doing for dinner on Wednesday and I said “nothing”. He accidentally slipped and told me where we were going but then forbade (or asked nicely) that I don’t Google it. This led to hilarious exchanges over what I was to wear, where we were going, whether or not I was to be sold into white slavery. The Moms has been cracking up over it for a week and I am not one who enjoys not knowing what is going on.
Long story short, we drove last night to a not entirely nice part of town, knocked on a window to be let into a building only to find a beautiful room with only 7 other people and a hilarious 80′s music soundtrack playing in the background.
Without saying too much and sort of “giving away” the experience to the whole of the interwebs, it was an amazing 4 hour dinner with some of the most delicious food I’ve had.
I mean, it was SOOOO good and the presentation was lovely.
Oh yeah, that’s FOIE GRAS under there. NOMZ.
I grinned like an idiot the whole night and needed someone to wheelbarrow me out of there, but damn was I happy.
Every day I wonder how this all happened. I don’t like to think of it as luck or karma; I just wonder how my life got to look this way. One year ago I walked into therapy, broken down and then broken hearted. How did I get here?
How did I just happen to click on the slightly geeky guy? How did he choose to reply? How did this all happen? I don’t know.
Holy fuck I’m glad it did.