Let’s Play More Catch Up
June 14, 2011
Later that week, on April 6th (I keep detailed calendars, ok?), Mark and I drove up to Danvers, MA, where his family lives., to have dinner with his parents. I was really nervous, because I have this thing about me where it’s really important that EVERYONE likes me. This is, of course, exaggerated by about a billion when I’m meeting the parents of the most amazing guy ever (who actually seemed to like me back).
Luckily we got to the restaurant about 15 minutes early and managed to order some wine to quell my anxiety. By the time they showed up I was feeling a little more like myself (and less like my stomach was going to rid itself of all contents), and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
They’re lovely people. His dad is a small stereotypical Italian from Brooklyn and his mom is from around Boston. They were kind, friendly, and welcoming. Just like Mark.
At one point they were asking me about my Italian family and I said that my mom was ½ Roman, ½ Sicilian (an important distinction to Italians, but not many others). His dad got this really big smile on his face and high-fived me over the table. Mark reached his hand under the table and grabbed squeezed my knee. Turns out unbeknownst to me, Mark’s Italian family comes from Sicily. I think I actually gave MYSELF bonus points for that one.
It’s funny; a glass of wine (and reality) makes life so much easier than it is in my head. We had a lovely dinner, and then got in Mark’s car and drove back to his apartment. It was still pretty early, so we went inside to fool around hang out.
As things were “heating up” (man, I hate that phrase, but I can’t think of a more polite way to say that we were making out and his hands were up my skirt), Mark stopped and pulled his face away from mine.
“So … do you want to me my girl?”
(still with my skirt at my waist) “Yeah. Yeah I do. I’d really like that.”
It was just so organic and simple; it made me happier than I have been in a really long time. And so far (it’s still going strong) it’s not only the happiest I’ve been in a relationship to date, but I also believe it’s most likely the healthiest.
And before you ask, yes, eventually my skirt came all the way off.
