There is something brilliant about this relationship in not only how happy he makes me feel; but also in how much fun it is to share him with those close to me. Never before have I been so eager to introduce someone to my friends and family.
Our dinner with my blockmates, my family at school, was the first affirmation of this new feeling. Not only did I feel fantastically loved by my friends (an entire panel, judging my prospective boyfriend?) but the way he fit perfectly with their sense of humor and ridiculousness was an extra bonus that delighted me to no end.
Telling my parents about him was also, surprisingly, not a chore. I had always thought I’d dread the talk, but it came so easily, and I even shared stories about him that made my mother laugh, which I took as a rare, subtle form of approval.
Last night, my sister and I were making origami while he was hanging out online. He started playing with my sister, making silly faces, bouncing around like a 5 year old. Then he started asking her Quiz Bowl questions, and we spent the next two hours, the three of us, geeking out on obscure facts from middle school, high school nerd competitions.
That’s it, said my heart to my mind. Thats what I want do every night.