About 6 months ago I met a wonderful man.
We met at an unlikely place and at an unlikely time. As I had stated in my previous post(s), I had made peace with the fact that my future seemed relatively romantic-less. This was not a woe-is-me sentiment, but rather an understanding that what I had to offer was less than ideal.
Any single 20-30-something can rattle off the inst-clichés which we numbingly double-tap, half hoping that they’re true/false. Here are a few of my favourites:
Well, I am able to confirm that, for the most part, these are true. You only come to understand these statements when you’ve been disappointed by broken promises. You really come to understand them when you have seen words put into action. Little nuggets like “if he wants to see you, he’ll make time” are true! No matter how busy, tired, or far – when he’s in like with you, nothing will prevent him from making the effort and finding the energy to make time for you.
RJ has been a breath of fresh air for me. He is kind, smart, funny, caring, sweet, attentive, considerate, responsible, hard-working, humble, determined and has a wonderfully weird knack for knowing unusual trivia and tid-bits of information.
He’s a ferocious reader and a pretty talented writer (I’m trying to persuade him to let me post one of his many short stories on here). He’s easy going and I feel relaxed around him. He says what he means and means what he says. No game playing, no reading between the lines, no childish ploys. It’s not stressful and I haven’t spent hours agonizing, wondering how he feels or how I feel. It’s effortless, easy. Peaceful. It really is rather amazing.
We are still very new and I’m being careful to keep my wits about me, but I am very much in love.
I hesitated to write this piece in case it doesn’t last, but then I thought – all the more reason! If it doesn’t last, this post will serve as a reminder to me that good men exist and that they are out there. And if it does last, well – it’s a pleasure to share my happiness with you!
If mushy, isn’t your thing, then I’m betting you’re already reaching for a bucket – and I’m about to do you a solid by saying, you may want to stop reading here. It’s about to get names-in-hearts-all-over-my-notebook mushy.
I thought I would share with you all (in no particular order) some big and small moments/things that made me fall in love with him:
– He has a good relationship with his parents and siblings.
– He is a cool, loving and fun uncle to his 3 nieces and nephew.
– He handled my skeleton closet with empathy and attentiveness (including my cancer stuff).
– He supports me at my follow up oncologist appointments and takes an interest in my health and wellbeing.
– He has a good group of friends who are committed to his success.
– He opens doors, offers his jacket to me when it’s chilly and he walks on the outside of the sidewalk in order to keep me safe.
– He suffers through my girly movies and listens to me lust after Michael Fassbender and Ryan Reynolds.
– He invites me to spend time with him and his family.
– He accommodates my keto-dieting ways (even though he doesn’t approve).
– He gets on really well with my friends and understands the importance of forging good relationships with them.
– He is well mannered and respectful to my family.
– He supports me in my pursuit of my career (even though he knows it means that for now, he is the main earner).
– He encourages and applauds my feminism.
– He is racially aware and sensitive, and has even applauded me for standing up for myself in situations where others may have told me to just be quiet.
– He is able to be confident in his own views without tearing others down.
– He listens to my outpourings of emotions or gripes – and somehow he seems to know when to just listen and offer a hug or a hand to hold or when to join me in a rant, or when to completely break the tension by mocking my unreasonable-ness.
– He gives the best hugs.
– Every time he looks at me, it’s like it’s the first time.
– He really sees me.
– He really hears me.
– He lets me know how he feels.
I could go on, but we’d be here all day and I want to keep some things for myself 🙂 – and if you’ve made it this far you’re probably getting nauseous now!
On a final note I will say this: I am happier now than I have been for a long time and I can only hope and strive to bring as much joy to RJ’s life as he has brought into mine.