You asked, I'll tell...

Well, I guess after my last somewhat cryptic blog an update is in order.

Greasemonkey and I went out on a date Friday night and, in case you didn't get it, he kissed me. It was incredible. He's easily the best kisser I've ever come across. When we were "just friends" he always told me that he wasn't interested in me because he didn't feel that "spark". I think he got more spark than he expected.

Saturday he had to go to a funeral in Newton (near Logan) and asked if I would go with him. He said he really felt like he needed me there with him. So, bright and early Saturday morning we left for Newton. We spent the day with his good friends Jared and Brittany (a married couple). The day went really well, and in the car on the way home we discussed our status, future, everything. We came to the conclusion that we're now officially together. So, my friends, for the first time in over 2 years I've got someone to call me Baby, someone to open car doors for me (he gets mad if I do it myself, even getting out of the car), someone to snuggle up with and watch Fiddler on the Roof (we have a thing for musicals, ok?), and someone who's not afraid to kiss me in public.



We spent a few hours together this morning before he went to work. We didn't even do anything exciting, just a little car shopping (for him, I'm happy with mine), and a few other errands. I was happy, though, because I was with him. He knows how I feel about the new 2008 Subaru Outback wagons, so he made it a point to take me to the Subaru dealership to "window shop". When we pulled into the dealership I asked him why we were there, he can't afford a new Subaru, and I'm happy with what I've got, and he said, "Sure, but we can look and dream, Babe." I melted a little. Then about 10 minutes after he dropped me off back at home I got a text from him telling me that he felt a little silly, but he missed me already. I teased him a little until he said, "I'm falling for you more everyday." I melted again.



I realize that we're still in the "honeymoon phase" of our relationship, and that things won't always stay like this. I hope, though, that my knees will always go a little weak when he kisses me, and that he'll continue to do little things that make me melt a little.