Tomorrow would have been 3 years since I’ve called anyone my boyfriend. But I just couldn’t make it. Nick asked if he could call me his girlfriend this weekend. He beat me to the punch, as I later told him that as my date to my company Christmas party this Friday, I wanted to make sure he was comfortable with however it was I introduced him.
It feels great, and I already felt like his girlfriend, it wasn’t like it was with Tony, the way I hesitated for 5 minutes to answer him because, essentially, I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in a relationship with him. But Nick is wonderful. Kind, intelligent, energetic, though sometimes withdrawn or quiet while he careful over thinks the situation going on around him or some memory that came to mind. Our personalities seem to balance each other well, so far anyway. He’s easy to please as am I, but he can seem uptight or rigid about things, I can’t really think of any specific examples, because it doesn’t bother me, but my relaxed nature I think feeds his ability to relax more.
We like to dance and listen to different music, but our tastes cross on some styles, thankfully! I think he’ll open me up to new things as I hope to do for him. But I’ll never dance to 80’s music with the pant-ripping fervor he does, nor will he ever shake his booty to the latest club hits like I do. But…that’s what makes it interesting and hopefully, a strong relationship.
We’re both incredibly passionate and caring for one another.
There’s something there, that I think he picked up on when I sorta bugged out on Saturday night. He’s so open with his past experiences, but he did say himself once, he’s no angel. And I wonder if perhaps he could be a flirt of my own level. Totally harmless, but again, I guess I like to know I’m the center of attention but now that I’m in a relationship, that’s something I’m going to have to get over. He has female friends, he has exes, he has loved someone enough to be very, very hurt. I hope, I guess, that he feels that way for me at some point.
The newness is a little scary to me, but the kind of scared that makes me want to dive in head first, take hold of the situation so that I understand it…I guess not really control it…but control myself within it.
I could say it’s been so long since I’ve felt this way, but I wonder if maybe I’ve never felt this way. All I know is that it takes a great deal of control to not smile like a complete idiot when I talk about him, and to not run up to complete strangers and tell them I found someone so fantastic, that I, me, AMY NAESER, am dating him exclusively. I’m proud and happy and lucky to have him in my life and I’m eating up every second of this new and amazing feeling so that I will never forget how it should feel.
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