No, this post is not about the temperature in Tucson today. But I did want to mention that you can tell it's summer in Tucson when people start choosing their parking spaces to be near trees rather than near the entrance to the building.
I've mentioned many times on this blog that the first time I sat down for a drink with Mr. Match, a mere 360 days ago, lightning struck the table. Ever the pilot, he stated several times that we were moving at the speed of heat. I had wonderful feelings after that meeting and for a couple months thereafter until he decided behaving like a scoundrel was preferable to behaving like an adult.
Today I have wonderful feelings again after last night's stellar first date. But I was thinking about the lightning and the speed of heat, and I didn't have that sensation last night. As I look back on last night, in the cold light (or Tucson hot light) of day, my impression is of one of Boston's satin blankies wrapping us up, rather than of lightning striking the table.
I do not feel a sense of urgency. I don't feel any anxiety or nervousness. I just feel warm and wonderful. Whether this relationship — or whatever you want to call it — lasts 24 hours or 24 years or someplace in between, I'm going to enjoy every minute of it!
(P.S. On choosing the word "relationship" to describe something so new: We're relating, aren't we? Therefore it is by definition a relationship.)
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