Strawberries and Pancakes
It's time to talk about SLJ. I have refrained from "spilling" out of the courtesy of others. Nobody likes the "OMG, I'm going to puke now, I'm in love junk."But alas, I can't hold back any longer. I must spill. I will not apologize either. It's a beautiful thing.
SLJ and I met on an internet dating site.I had just got back from my Casino trip and had decided on a whim to post my profile on a site.That's some scary stuff. It's like jumping into a pool of sharks w/ laser beams."Here I come and eat me!"Interestingly enough, while I was at the Casino, I had the urge and inspiration to bow my head and say a prayer that God would send me my perfect match. I honestly had faith that moment that my prayer would be answered in due time.
SLJ was convinced to join the dating site by his father and his cousin. I was one of his "100% matches" that the service suggested.I was the only one he sent a little message to. I replied.
We emailed back and forth.
Chatted online.
Set up our first date.
We met for dinner after work on a Thursday night.We arrived in the parking lot at the same time.We exited our vehicles at the same time.His first thought was that he "didn't have a chance."My first thought was "He's very nice looking."
He didn't kiss me goodnight. He wanted to, but says I was too "scary" and couldn't get the nerve to do so.And at that moment I knew he was different.
We set up our second "date" a couple of days later.We took my boys out to eat and to a hockey game.He reached over and held my hand.Sparks flew, my body did some kind of convulsion.Just from holding hands.That was a new experience.
We set up our third date. Valentines day.Dinner and a movie.He had sent a bouquet of flowers to my office.The first time I ever had flowers sent to work.We had our first kiss that evening. I liked/like kissing SLJ.Very much.
A few days after that, I stayed over at his house.His home was so comfortable.I just "dropped in" like I belonged there.
I started staying over at his house on the weekends I didn't have my kids.
His family visited to meet "the new girl."
We shopped.
We went out to eat.
We talked a lot.
We hung out.
We craved each others time and comfort.
We still do.
He celebrated my 29th birthday with me. Brought me another bouquet. A dozen red roses.He met some of my closest friends for the first time.He made me cry when he said that he felt like he had already known Layli.Not only was I accepted, but so were the people I loved.SLJ even danced with me.At a gay club.He didn't have one complaint.He just wanted to be where I was.
We had several late night talks during all of this time.I had decided that I would not be the person to say "I love you" first.I just wasn't going to stick my neck out like that.And I didn't have to.All of a sudden one night on the phone SLJ just said it.And I was so relieved.And so filled with joy.Everything was strawberries and pancakes.
SLJ remembers things that I say.He's done little things like switch his laundry detergent to Free/Clear because I have sensitive skin. He bought 3 lilac trees to plant because I said lilacs were my favorite.He understands the need for cookie dough and Hershey bars.He sends me poetry and love songs thru email.He leaves me notes on the table in the morning.And sends me text messages throughout the day.I catch him looking at me. Admiring me. I've never seen that look before.He thinks I'm smart and beautiful.He tells me not to go into the room until he gets rid of the spider.He starts my car on cold mornings.He walks beside me, not ahead of me.He reads my face and knows what my looks mean.He laughs with me all of the time.He's the biggest supporter of my village.Those are just things that make me feel loved.
I have a whole list of the things I love about him.He is the kindest man I have ever met.He has the best laugh and I treasure his perfect smile.He's humble.He's a good father who isn't afraid to show affection to his son.He loves himself and is a happy man.He's smart. He's funny. He's gracious.Yet strong and sexy and totally manly.He's not afraid to talk deeply and not afraid to listen.I've never heard him judge or criticize another person.I'm smiling just sitting here cataloging all of his perfection.He is everything I prayed for in that Casino hotel room.There is not one thing I dislike or doubt.
SLJ and I have been together for such a long time. Maybe not physically, but our hearts have been together for a long time.When I look deep into his eyes, I see a little glimpse of myself in there.I see past, present and future.I see unconditional love that flows naturally.I see the essence of all that is right and good.
That's my SLJ.
That's the beginning of our story.
Strawberries and pancakes.
SLJ and I met on an internet dating site.I had just got back from my Casino trip and had decided on a whim to post my profile on a site.That's some scary stuff. It's like jumping into a pool of sharks w/ laser beams."Here I come and eat me!"Interestingly enough, while I was at the Casino, I had the urge and inspiration to bow my head and say a prayer that God would send me my perfect match. I honestly had faith that moment that my prayer would be answered in due time.
SLJ was convinced to join the dating site by his father and his cousin. I was one of his "100% matches" that the service suggested.I was the only one he sent a little message to. I replied.
We emailed back and forth.
Chatted online.
Set up our first date.
We met for dinner after work on a Thursday night.We arrived in the parking lot at the same time.We exited our vehicles at the same time.His first thought was that he "didn't have a chance."My first thought was "He's very nice looking."
He didn't kiss me goodnight. He wanted to, but says I was too "scary" and couldn't get the nerve to do so.And at that moment I knew he was different.
We set up our second "date" a couple of days later.We took my boys out to eat and to a hockey game.He reached over and held my hand.Sparks flew, my body did some kind of convulsion.Just from holding hands.That was a new experience.
We set up our third date. Valentines day.Dinner and a movie.He had sent a bouquet of flowers to my office.The first time I ever had flowers sent to work.We had our first kiss that evening. I liked/like kissing SLJ.Very much.
A few days after that, I stayed over at his house.His home was so comfortable.I just "dropped in" like I belonged there.
I started staying over at his house on the weekends I didn't have my kids.
His family visited to meet "the new girl."
We shopped.
We went out to eat.
We talked a lot.
We hung out.
We craved each others time and comfort.
We still do.
He celebrated my 29th birthday with me. Brought me another bouquet. A dozen red roses.He met some of my closest friends for the first time.He made me cry when he said that he felt like he had already known Layli.Not only was I accepted, but so were the people I loved.SLJ even danced with me.At a gay club.He didn't have one complaint.He just wanted to be where I was.
We had several late night talks during all of this time.I had decided that I would not be the person to say "I love you" first.I just wasn't going to stick my neck out like that.And I didn't have to.All of a sudden one night on the phone SLJ just said it.And I was so relieved.And so filled with joy.Everything was strawberries and pancakes.
SLJ remembers things that I say.He's done little things like switch his laundry detergent to Free/Clear because I have sensitive skin. He bought 3 lilac trees to plant because I said lilacs were my favorite.He understands the need for cookie dough and Hershey bars.He sends me poetry and love songs thru email.He leaves me notes on the table in the morning.And sends me text messages throughout the day.I catch him looking at me. Admiring me. I've never seen that look before.He thinks I'm smart and beautiful.He tells me not to go into the room until he gets rid of the spider.He starts my car on cold mornings.He walks beside me, not ahead of me.He reads my face and knows what my looks mean.He laughs with me all of the time.He's the biggest supporter of my village.Those are just things that make me feel loved.
I have a whole list of the things I love about him.He is the kindest man I have ever met.He has the best laugh and I treasure his perfect smile.He's humble.He's a good father who isn't afraid to show affection to his son.He loves himself and is a happy man.He's smart. He's funny. He's gracious.Yet strong and sexy and totally manly.He's not afraid to talk deeply and not afraid to listen.I've never heard him judge or criticize another person.I'm smiling just sitting here cataloging all of his perfection.He is everything I prayed for in that Casino hotel room.There is not one thing I dislike or doubt.
SLJ and I have been together for such a long time. Maybe not physically, but our hearts have been together for a long time.When I look deep into his eyes, I see a little glimpse of myself in there.I see past, present and future.I see unconditional love that flows naturally.I see the essence of all that is right and good.
That's my SLJ.
That's the beginning of our story.
Strawberries and pancakes.
posted by tiny dancer | 2:34 PM
3 Comments:
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( that's all I got )
You deserve him, my dear! I'm so happy for you. I really, really am.
He tells me not to go into the room until he gets rid of the spider.
I'm sold.
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