Monday, September 11, 2006

six

Six months ago this morning I woke up in my bed at the Ports Hotel with this song in my head and that wonderful feeling in my stomach known as butterflies.

By 5:00 p.m. that evening he still hadn't called so I, muttering under my breath something about having got my hopes up for nothing and vowing to de-wing all the butterflies I could get my hands on, left the hotel having given detailed instructions to my roommate should "someone" decide to phone.

I returned later that evening to a little piece of paper on my pillow that read:

"He called. :)"

And he's been calling ever since.*

It's serious breakthrough for someone who had, in the past, relied heavily on something known as the Two Weeks and an Airplane approach to dating... Thanks for sticking it out with me over the past six months, love, and here's to many more.

* Except, of course, for recently as my phone has met its untimely demise. More on this later.

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