I’m just wrapping up one of the best days that I’ve had in quite sometime. A large part due to the five delightful hours that I spent with my lady friend, Rachel. God, she’s great. I’ll try not to gush about her too much, though.
We spent the whole afternoon just talking and wandering around. She’s weird. Like, really weird. And my kind of weird, which is something that I don’t get to find too often.
You know that scene in I Love You Man where Jason Segel and Paul Rudd are playing air guitar together at a Rush concert? Paul is licking Jason’s air-bass and Jason is loving every moment of it.
That’s the kind of weird I feel like I can share with this girl. I’ve got a quirky sense of humor. I get it, it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. But she seems to really enjoy the things that come out of my mouth. I feel the same way about her and that is really, very nice.
And I can’t help but wonder why we get along so well. One of us must have set the pace early on in our dating process and subconsciously said: “Okay, you’re going to get the full-on, unadulterated, unfiltered ME. Get ready, baby.”
And it’s been GRAVY. EVER. SINCE.
She shares something authentic about herself with me…
Which in turn stirs me on to share something vulnerable about myself…
Which causes her to share something novel about herself…
And the cycles continues.
Is this what it feels like to be myself with a girl I’m seeing? Is this what I’ve been missing out on? Because let me tell you, it’s refreshing.