Without getting a gag reflex, I just think it is about time I went public with my new favorite boy.
He did two triathalons this last summer, a half iron man, which I was not able to attend, and an olympic distance which I did.
So my friend Yvonne and I are suppose to go running just the two of us, and she invites her friend Jean, without telling me...I'm annoyed. I don't really talk to him at first. But he is nice, gives me running tips, and invites me to start training with him and this other girl he is training. I don't. But he now has my number from Yvonne. So he starts offering to run with me in the mornings. And eventually I start letting him...but only when I can't find anyone else to run with.
Eventually, he starts picking me up at 6 am most mornings and driving me to the lakefront to run. And you can get to know someone fairly well spending the first hour of the day with him 3 days a week or so. He invites me to lunch with him...then ends up blowing me off to hang out with another girl. I'm pretty mad, but I figure it's just as well, it just means we are going to stay friends.
I go to his triathalon. He comes to my half-marathon. After that we start biking together, and talking about taking a bike trip and canoing. Then one day he kisses me on the cheek. I'm totally thrown for a loop. What was that? I go to my friends wedding that night, dance the night away with my friends and a different guy, but am definitely thinking about Jean. We spend the whole next day together, he takes me out to lunch this time (and appologizes for last time--says he thought I was just another pretty face...whatever that means) and go to a pumpkin patch with friends. That night is my friend's suprise birthday party. He comes out, we dance, the next day go see my grandma. He tells me that is when he decided that he was 100% going to go for it--when he met her. My grandma says she never knew she was such a matchmaker (she also told me that it's a good thing I have a pretty face when I told her about the blowoff...Oh Gramma, I love you). We walk around the country club my grandparents were a part of for 40+ years and have the RDT (relationship defining talk).
And since then, he's been making me the happies girl ever when we're together. I would say this has been the worst 3 months and the best 3 months...the worst because of being sick so much, work, financial stress and the loss of a dear friendship. The best because of Ireland...and Jean. He loves to cook for me. He's given me one of his bikes (he's only about an inch taller than me, so all his stuff fits me), one of his snowboards (he's planning to teach me), and he's gonna train me for the triathalon this next year. I laugh so hard every time I'm with him. He always drives, and often will drop me off and pick me up just to spend extra time together. He's one of the most giving people I have ever met. He use to be in IT, but has been pursuing this career being a physical trainer for the last 2 years, and he's starting to really make it, and I'm so proud of him.
He helped me through hell day yesterday, which I bawled my way through (poor guy) driving me from one place to the next to help me get my car out of the impound. Christmas eve we're going to mass (he's catholic) and then getting up super early to deliver gifts and food to children and the elderly. Then he's gonna come home and do Christmas with my family.
So that's the story...thanks for reading!