In medias res

A month or so ago, I wrote about online dating. I didn’t wind up meeting the Irish guy. I told everyone to go to hell and cancelled my match.com account. Well, everyone except for #4, “B.” He proved absolutely irresistible. I think I was wondering about how hard I was falling for him even when I wrote that silly entry. We had a series of dates the following week, talked for ages every day, and on the second date, dinner and a movie, he gave me a chaste kiss. Then for our third date, we met for breakfast and made a spectacle of ourselves in the ‘hood, kissing on street corners. The fourth date, we went back to his place and stayed there. The fifth date, we wound up at his place.

While leaving for work the next morning, I fell down his stairs, breaking my foot. That fifth date lasted days and days, and he took care of me, carried me around, brought me coffee, food, my laptop for work, took me to urgent care for x-rays, and generally behaved in the way straight women like me wish every straight guy would. My roommate V stopped by one day to bring me more clothes and met him. As soon as she left, she called me to say “Oh my god! Love him! I’m so happy for you!”

It’s interesting to me to be in a totally dependent situation in which I have to rely on others for anything. That’s generally hard for me, and especially in romantic relationships. Somehow, circumstances have made it so I had to get over that with him, fast.

I’m smitten with him, and my siblings are calling him Mr. Bingley due to the health-related forced stay at his house. But I was secretly wishing that morning that I didn’t have to leave, so the moral, I guess, is be very careful what you wish for, or some such cliche.

Anyhow, that’s what I’ve been up to recently. That and major atrophy.