A few of you already know this ... I'm now in a relationship ... with an amazingly smart, sexy, and funny woman (forever hereafter known as "the Lady"). When I say "few", I mean "everyone in my cellphone contacts list", and when I say "know", I mean "heard it shouted from the rooftops". And while I appreciate the tons of congratulatory e-mails, phone calls, and text messages, I actually did find a few of them faintly offensive ... I mean, yes it's ME (El Loco Bachelor), but honestly, the "OMG! WTF! YOU? ... YOU?? IN A RELATIONSHIP?? ... Er, OK, congratulations" tone is hardly what I'd call complimentary.
I've always been somewhat ... notorious about being in "one-way" accidents, or being shot down in flames ... which is probably why I've heard "Tora! Tora! Tora!" in my head every time I've spoken to a girl these last few years (to hell with being a wingman, I'm going in!) You'd have thought I'd have a dog-eared script of what to say
somewhere, and sound suave, smooth, and confident ... like I was in an
expensive scotch commercial or something. As fate would have it, I ended up following the time honored tradition of asking girls out that has been practiced by man and boy through the centuries (viz. 1. Open mouth 2. Insert foot). I ended up squeaking my way to the end of a little soliloquy (the Lady was laughing so hard, she was sneezing up her drink) like a mildly-concussed sparrow ... And come to think of it, she never actually said "Yes" ... This has me somewhat worried.
But being in a relationship! ... Saying "we" instead of "I" ... paying for 2 dinners when only 1 is eaten (as "going senti" was once defined in BITS) ... paying for 2 drinks when only 1 is drunk ... being on hour-long phone calls that aren't about work ... all these are bewildering, enjoyable new experiences. And of immense comic value. Only I haven't written about them for fear of offending the Lady. I mean, I would like to pass the 30-day no-risk trial period before I poke fun at these experiences.
But just to give you a sneak preview: I was asked to sing over the phone the other day. She seemed to actually enjoy it (no, really! And I'll have you know all parties were quite sober!), but I was wracked with guilt. Why? Because in my panic, I'd chosen The Beatles' classic "Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown)". Note to self: when asked to sing a song to the Lady, do not choose a song about marital infidelity.
It's not all fun of course. I've had to give up certain cherished activities (I now play WoW for maybe 5 hours a week. That's right ... a WEEK! That used to be a single night's gameplay once upon a time!), and certain personal fantasies ... for example, I've had to come to terms with the fact that the words "Akshay" and "studmuffin" will never appear in the same sentence together ... unless separated by a negative of course ... and quite possibly an expletive.
But on a serious note, it's an amazing time for me ... er, us. And I've so wanted to write about her, and not hide behind my questionable sense of humor to mask my feelings. And then I had the worst case of writer's block & panic. Truth is, as cheesy as this may sound, I wouldn't know where to start ... and once I do start, I probably wouldn't be able to stop.
And you know, someone asked me "Is this love?" ... All I know is I want to be with her, to make
her happier than she's ever been … All I know is that perfectly balancing all
these feelings is this nearly soul-crushing, almost paralyzing fear of … well,
of just screwing up and making her unhappy.
So yes, it's love.
I couldn't be happier.
Until she asks me to sing again.
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