Then, Boy's girlfriend breaks up with him.
This is the point at which, in any ordinary Boy-meets-Girl story, Boy and Girl suddenly discover they have been perfect for each other all along and start dating. Or maybe they try out casually dating and discover that they are a perfect match. However, for R___ and myself, there was no instant enlightenment, nor did we have the opportunity to "date casually," seeing as we lived in cities 4.5 hours apart. Instead, we started communicating more regularly over the internet and visiting one another under the pretense of being friends. Which we were . . . for a little while.
I don't know if I would necessarily recommend the following chronology to anyone wishing to start a relationship, but this is what led me to where I am today:
Note: insert bouts of worry and elation wherever applicable.
- We find excuses to invite one another to visit.
- I begin sacrificing sleep to stay online at night a little longer.
- We make out . . . and then reassure one another that we have no interest in dating.
- We find excuses to invite ourselves to visit.
- We sleep (literally) in the same bed.
- I stay up even later to talk online at night. I am now averaging 4 hours of sleep per night.
- He finally forces a confession of out of me. I am more worried than relieved.
- We establish that we dating long-distance is not an option and therefore leave our "dating status" contingent upon whether or not he gets a teaching position in NYC. Now I am more relieved than worried.
- We hold hands in public for (probably) the first time.
- He gets the job.
- He moves in . . . for the summer . . . .
And the final misplaced step in this relationship progression:
- He takes me shopping to ask for my input on his clothes.
I was pretty much flabbergasted when he asked me to take him to Macy's last weekend. If my opinion on clothing matters to him, you know this is serious. Proves there is no real reason to go by the book, right?