Do you know what the 13th is, I ask? He asks me if I'm being a girl and I say yes. He says the 13th will be some number of months that we've been together, for which he gets a poke in the gut. Then he admitted that it's been six months since we met. He's a guy, so I don't think it means much to him, except that I seem to care so he humours me. For me, it feels like a milestone.
Things are still new, but we're figuring them out. We're happy. We probably have more that we're opposites about than we have in common, but we have a lot of fun. He's good for me; not just that he treats me better than any guy has before, but also that he keeps me in check (as I do for him).
He's a wee bit of a redneck, I am a wee bit of a priss. He likes
Next month some time, construction on my basement is supposed to start. There'll be an office for me to work in during the day, but more, this is a means to make room for him. Having lived alone as long as I have, I've said that a separate room to congregate in is a requirement before I could share my very open-concept home with anybody. So, we're getting that in place so that I can start to adjust and get used to the idea of sharing my space permanently Plans are for him to move in when his lease is up next winter.