I’m dating someone.
I never mention these things on my blog, and for good reason, but I’m dating someone and he loves to cook and I love to read. And so whenever we get the chance, he cooks me some fabulous gourmet meal of my choice, and I sit on the counter with a Diet Coke and I read to him.
Sometimes it’s the book I’m reading at the time and I have to catch him up and give him context, and sometimes it’s one of my favorites because he says he wants to know the books that shaped me and he means it.
At the moment we are tackling Anne of Green Gables. My Marilla Cuthbert voice is pretty on point, I must say.
Then again, I think most of my voices are pretty on point. I’ve certainly had enough reading-out-loud practice.
This dating boy and I have settled into a routine these days. We go shopping. He complains about the lack of cheese/meat/DON’T ASK ME I DON’T COOK at the local grocery store. I assure him I don’t care as long as he gets the lemon for my Diet Coke . He starts to cook, the onion and garlic sizzling. My voice grows as I become the romantical Anne with an e. He tells me I’m adorable when I get excited about books because I have my comments and voices and giggles.
And I pause, oh once a page or so, for an aside. ”Did you ever have an imaginary friend like Katie Maurice or Violetta?” ”I want to move to Prince Edward Island for a summer, say this summer?” ”I hope my daughter is just like her one day. Can I force this to happen?”
And then we eat the delicious dinner together. And he does the dishes and I do my voices. And then we go on a walk or eat some ice cream or watch some Frasier or all of the above.
It’s so simple.
No hurt. No tears. No drama.
It’s so simple and yet it feels so big, you know?
I have no idea what will happen with us, me and this boy who is making me so happy. A lot of significant changes are about to occur in my life, not to mention that with this particular boy there are all sorts of inborn struggles in our relationship, but I do know this:
Whoever I end up with, we’re reading aloud together.
We’re reading aloud together or he’s the wrong guy for me.
Oh, but it’s really good with this one.
I’m dating someone and it’s really, really good with this one.