The datin' accord
I've been sitting here a while trying to think of how to summarize an eventful, emotional, thought-heavy, and eventually mindsheringly sexy weekend. Last week I was unemployed, single, and in a state of protracted stasis.
Then things changed.
Today I'm startin' a gig and what's more, yesterday I officially started dating Tony. We'd talked off and on since we met, and there were definately sparks. We chatted off and on for these three months, and throughout that time I went over every red flag. And always when we'd talk, I would come away no less attracted, and always more interested.
We talked at length Friday night about how we felt, about my history situation, feelings, red flags, realities, dreams, and possibilities. I tried to be as candid as I could about sometimes embarassing details of my flaws, tendencies, tastes, limits, and expectations. After he went home home the first night, I thought again about the situation but when I finally brought the gavel down on the internal monologue, the senate had clearly voted to accept my nomination.
I invited him back on Saturday, and started on a happy, emotional, musical, and indescribably sexy weekend. I'll give you the high level basics. I'm sure I'll get them all correct eventually. ;-)
Tony's a student from South Carolina on a full ride at Stanford University, studying, among other things, Italian, techonology, international affairs, and law. He's gay and out, even to the fraternity in which he lives and serves as a senior resident avisor. While he's not the only gay guy in the frat, the frat's not a gay house. He dreams of writing one day, perhaps in Italy. He's already been there.
This is a real moment of truth for me, making the decision to go ahead with this - for a lot of reasons. I've had opportunities before go to down this route, but for the last couple years I've lacked even a fundamental interest in social relationships, let alone commitments. Tony's the first guy in a long time that's engaged me on intellectual, creative, emotional, and sexual planes with equal enthusiasm, maturity, and exquisite dexterity.
After three months of tenativness and dodging, I gave in and it feels wonderful. In addition to having felt real geniune new physical sensations for the first time in ages, Tony's done something else: he's helped me realize that my previous breakup, and the sordid details surrounding it, were surmountable.
We simultaneously realized that we'd decided to date on the day before Valentine's Day at 12.30 AM. And a happy Valentine's Day it is.
Then things changed.
Today I'm startin' a gig and what's more, yesterday I officially started dating Tony. We'd talked off and on since we met, and there were definately sparks. We chatted off and on for these three months, and throughout that time I went over every red flag. And always when we'd talk, I would come away no less attracted, and always more interested.
We talked at length Friday night about how we felt, about my history situation, feelings, red flags, realities, dreams, and possibilities. I tried to be as candid as I could about sometimes embarassing details of my flaws, tendencies, tastes, limits, and expectations. After he went home home the first night, I thought again about the situation but when I finally brought the gavel down on the internal monologue, the senate had clearly voted to accept my nomination.
I invited him back on Saturday, and started on a happy, emotional, musical, and indescribably sexy weekend. I'll give you the high level basics. I'm sure I'll get them all correct eventually. ;-)
Tony's a student from South Carolina on a full ride at Stanford University, studying, among other things, Italian, techonology, international affairs, and law. He's gay and out, even to the fraternity in which he lives and serves as a senior resident avisor. While he's not the only gay guy in the frat, the frat's not a gay house. He dreams of writing one day, perhaps in Italy. He's already been there.
This is a real moment of truth for me, making the decision to go ahead with this - for a lot of reasons. I've had opportunities before go to down this route, but for the last couple years I've lacked even a fundamental interest in social relationships, let alone commitments. Tony's the first guy in a long time that's engaged me on intellectual, creative, emotional, and sexual planes with equal enthusiasm, maturity, and exquisite dexterity.
After three months of tenativness and dodging, I gave in and it feels wonderful. In addition to having felt real geniune new physical sensations for the first time in ages, Tony's done something else: he's helped me realize that my previous breakup, and the sordid details surrounding it, were surmountable.
We simultaneously realized that we'd decided to date on the day before Valentine's Day at 12.30 AM. And a happy Valentine's Day it is.
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