This weekend, I traveled to visit some friends of mine, including MM. I’m actually moving to the area where they all live, so I did some apartment hunting as well. It was one of the most roller coaster weekends of my life. And it was perfect.
First of all, the time with my friends was amazing. I’ve been friends with them since I was in kindergarten (yes, you read that correctly), and whenever we all get together, it’s like we’re in high school again (but with run in our cokes this time around, haha). They all live within an hour of one another, and I definitely am looking forward to being able to see them more often.
But you all don’t read BMS to hear about me hanging out with my friends, did you?
So what happened with MM?
Sigh.
That’s a happy sign and a sad sigh and a scared sigh all in one.
My friends and I went out for happy hour on Friday night, and MM met us there. He’s met some of my friends before, but I ended up getting a little lost along the way, so he spent a lot of time with them alone before I even got there. I was worried that it would be awkward, but it sounds like my friends really like him (and he definitely likes them). When I finally got there, we all just hung out and had a blast. I had parked several blocks away, so he gave me a ride back to my car and there was a little peck goodnight, but one of my friends was with us as well and we didn’t want to make her feel awkward. We made plans to go out Saturday with his friends instead.
And we did. He picked me up around 7, and then we picked up his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend and the four of us went to dinner and then out to a bar. It was a blast. I had met his friend before, but not the girlfriend – but we got along really, really well and even talked about a potential roommate situation (this was before I had confirmed that I got the place I wanted). I had a lot of rum, and MM had a lot of beer, and we danced and flirted and had so much fun. There was a little groping going on, which was nice, but we were also trying to play it at least somewhat cool, since his best friend also knows and is friendly with his wife.
At the end of the night, we drove his friends home and then he took me back to the place where I was staying. We parked at 2:30 AM. We talked until 5:30 AM. In that time, we talked about what was going on with him and his wife, how we both were feeling about it, and what was going to happen when I moved. The answer is, “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know.”
I cried a lot because I’m frustrated that I have no say. No matter how awesome I am, it won’t make a different. Things are going to happen the way they’re going to happen with him and his wife, and I just have to wait and see. I’m pretty much at the mercy of whatever they decide.
And it stinks, because he’s quick to say, “I don’t want this to give you hope” when he talks to me about stuff…but when we’re not wearing serious face, when we’re just hanging out, he also talks about how much he wants to kiss me, how he wants to take me to Europe, how I’m his very best friend. We talked about that, and I think he’s super confused about it because on one hand he really doesn’t want to get my hopes up, but on the other hand, according to him, when he says those things, it is what is really in his heart.
I talked about how I’m worried that if things work out with him and his wife, he’ll decide that it is too hard to be around me and he’ll leave. I talked about how I’m not sure that I can get over my feelings and be “just friends,” I’m worried that those feelings won’t fade for me like they would for him. I talked about how it worries me that even if things to work out in my favor, so to speak, that he won’t be ready for a relationship again for a long time and may never want to get married, which is something I want.
He talked a lot too about his feelings and frustrations and fears. I won’t go into all of that hear, since I feel like I should respect his privacy in certain matters, but suffice to say, I wasn’t the only one talking.
But yeah, we talked about things for oh…what? Three hours about all of this, and in the end I’m not sure much was resolved. But he knows exactly how I feel, and I know that he’ll fiercely protect me from getting hurt, at least as much as he can. I think right now, that’s all we can ask – just to see where things go and know that life always has a way of working out for the best.
The night ended with some long, passionate kisses on the doorstep. I miss them already. I’m hungry for them again. They are perfect.
This weekend, I think I might have fallen in love. I’m trying not to let that happen until things are figured out in life, but it’s not something that is easily stopped.