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The Gentle Reader may recall my post-Pennsic wrap-up, in which I mentioned a boy who made my week bright. It's the usual mode for these encounters to last no longer than the end of the war, and maybe--maybe--you might have a rencontre in following years, if everyone involved is at liberty; but to have it extend longer is, if not unheard of, at least exceedingly rare, and usually just a flurry of email or calls that slowly taper off.
This is not that. This is us talking nearly every night, and this is me going down to Maryland twice in the past month to see him (and meeting his parents and being his plus-one at a wedding), and this is my heart bubbling over whenever I think of him, and this is amused observers pointing at me and saying "look at her! She's glowing!", and this is him phoning me up and singing ballads to me when I feel blue, and this is me making mix tapes for him (because yes, in fact, my brain is stuck in 1987), and this is his friends telling me how glad they are to finally meet me because "he talks so much about you!", et cetera, et cetera, and so forth.
We fit very, very well. He is a gamer, and a sci-fi geek, and a comics fan, and does theater, and we have a strong musical overlap; our conversations are never dull; we never seem to run out of things to say; and we are entirely compatible in, ahem, other respects as well. And he is outgoing where I am shy, and I am Princess Internet where he is technologically challenged, and I gave him the Brain Surgeons and he gave me Great Big Sea, et cetera, et cetera, and so forth.
Now before everyone gets all happy, let me point out that there are, as they say in management language, "challenges":
1) He lives Far Away. This is amendable, of course, but:
2) His career (music teacher) is just getting going, and he will have to go where he can find a job, at least for the first while.
3) He likes Pearl Jam and Nickelback. D: (I can get through that. At least it's not Radiohead.)
4) oh and by the way he turns 25 in a few weeks. This is, at least so far, proving no impediment on either side, but you can see how it could, potentially, if a commitment were entered into.
So, long story short, I cannot tell if we will ever be more than each other's occasional It's Complicated. I'm remarkably unencumbered about that at the moment; I'm enjoying (and delighting in) what we can share right now, and I am ever in hopes of more, but I'm letting the future take care of itself.
This is not that. This is us talking nearly every night, and this is me going down to Maryland twice in the past month to see him (and meeting his parents and being his plus-one at a wedding), and this is my heart bubbling over whenever I think of him, and this is amused observers pointing at me and saying "look at her! She's glowing!", and this is him phoning me up and singing ballads to me when I feel blue, and this is me making mix tapes for him (because yes, in fact, my brain is stuck in 1987), and this is his friends telling me how glad they are to finally meet me because "he talks so much about you!", et cetera, et cetera, and so forth.
We fit very, very well. He is a gamer, and a sci-fi geek, and a comics fan, and does theater, and we have a strong musical overlap; our conversations are never dull; we never seem to run out of things to say; and we are entirely compatible in, ahem, other respects as well. And he is outgoing where I am shy, and I am Princess Internet where he is technologically challenged, and I gave him the Brain Surgeons and he gave me Great Big Sea, et cetera, et cetera, and so forth.
Now before everyone gets all happy, let me point out that there are, as they say in management language, "challenges":
1) He lives Far Away. This is amendable, of course, but:
2) His career (music teacher) is just getting going, and he will have to go where he can find a job, at least for the first while.
3) He likes Pearl Jam and Nickelback. D: (I can get through that. At least it's not Radiohead.)
4) oh and by the way he turns 25 in a few weeks. This is, at least so far, proving no impediment on either side, but you can see how it could, potentially, if a commitment were entered into.
So, long story short, I cannot tell if we will ever be more than each other's occasional It's Complicated. I'm remarkably unencumbered about that at the moment; I'm enjoying (and delighting in) what we can share right now, and I am ever in hopes of more, but I'm letting the future take care of itself.
