You know as well as I do it’s not about what you look like, or your job, or how successful you are. It’s about having people in your life that you love and who love you… that’s all that matters-Miranda, Sex and the City
This past weekend goes down as one of the best I’ve had in a very long time. Friday started strong with Match and I getting ready for a poker party at my friend Brazil and her hubby’s house. When Match walked in, he was dressed in a white shirt and khakis and looked so so fine. He had that whole sexy casual yet kind of dressy look going on. I was so proud to walk into that party with him.
He immediately hit it off with all of my friends; laughing, joking around, and playing a mean game of poker. I sadly lost quickly but I blame it on Match and his constant handsy-ness during the game. It was more than a little distracting! Just as we started settling into a relaxed party environment, Birthday Twin walked in.
I wasn’t sure how it was going to be between Birthday Twin and Match Guy. For that matter, I didn’t know how it was going to be between Birthday Twin and me. I smiled at him and gave him a big hug and told him I was glad he came. He seemed tense, and after the hug he visibly relaxed. Match was amazing-he came right up to BT and shook his hand and made him feel welcome. I could not have been more proud. He even whispered to me that it was okay if I didn’t hug him and kiss him as much as I normally would. He was concerned about BT’s feelings, isn’t that sweet? My heart was so full all night I couldn’t seem to contain myself. After the poker game we said our goodbyes and headed out the door. Brazil was beaming at me and telling me over and over again how much she liked Match. I couldn’t agree more.
As we walked outside I looked up at the stars and noticed that the moon was almost full. The sky looked so beautiful and that’s when Match stopped me as I was headed to the car. He spun me around and looked me in the eyes. “I love you” he said. Then he blushed and looked down and said, “Too soon?” I laughed at him, and playfully smacked his butt and said, “No, too much whiskey!” He’d had a few shots of whiskey at the party and I thought he was just buzzing. Then he scooped me up in his arms and said that he meant it, and it wasn’t the drinks talking. I think I melted all over the sidewalk at that point.
When we crawled into bed later that night he whispered I love you again as I was falling asleep. It was one of those moments where I wasn’t sure if I had dreamed it or if it was real. I feel that way a lot about Match. When we got up in the morning he was grinning at me and said that it wasn’t the whiskey talking and he meant what he’d said.
That day was Match Guy’s cousin’s wedding. I was a little nervous because I was meeting Match’s entire family on his mom’s side. Aunts, Uncles, cousins, the works. The wedding was beautiful and the weather was perfect-not too hot but the sun was shining. The food was so good too-they had this smoked cheddar, that just…ok I’m drooling. There was champagne and great company, adorable kids to watch, and Match’s cousins were a lot of fun. It was nice because it seemed like all of them were paired off, so it felt good to be a part of all the couples. One of Match’s cousins was into palm reading and that was good for a laugh. She was actually incredibly accurate because she knew nothing about me. Yet on my palm she saw my parents divorce, and my OCD tendencies. At one point she grinned and looked at me and said, “Ohh…you’re quite the heartbreaker aren’t you?” I got a kick out of that because some people, like Brazil, see my love life from that point of view. I’m the one to break hearts because I’m the one who usually ends the relationship. What they don’t see is that I wanted so badly for it to work, but when I see that it won’t, I am the one to “man up” and end it. I don’t like things to drag on, especially if I know the guy isn’t interested anymore. She said that I have had a lot of heartbreak and heartache in my life, but that eventually my love line smooths out and I’m happy. Match squeezed my leg at that sentence. His palm reading was pretty great-she said that he was a very special person, and a great catch. Well of course! I’m not blind to his uniqueness.
After the palm reading we danced for most of the night. I was laughing so hard because I’m used to guys who don’t know how to dance and I have to end up leading. The whole time he kept saying, “No no, I lead!” It was too cute. I think I need dance lessons because he is a great dancer.
His family seemed to really like me, and his mom kept hugging me all evening. When we were leaving she gave me a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek. Match was floored, because I guess she only does that to him and his sister. As we left the wedding he told me I was amazing, and he couldn’t believe how well I fit in.
As we were driving home Match annouced that he wasn’t ready to go home. He said that we needed to do something fun, so we decided to go bowling. It was such a hoot, us in our fancy wedding guest attire and hideous bowling shoes. I kept dancing around and hamming it up the whole time. Match ended up bowling one of his best games, 188. I think I settled for a whopping 70 something. Oh yes, I’m definitely signing up for a league. But it didn’t matter because I was with Match so I win. 🙂