late at night, after we got home from the bar/party/thing
Boyfriend (sleepily): “So, tell me again, when did you know you wanted to start dating?”
Me (also half-asleep): “haha…. gosh, I dunno exactly…”
Boyfriend: “….yeah, you do.”
Me: “well, I told you, I was thinking about you this summer, how I’d like to spend more time with you when I got back to town, but I wasn’t really thinking about it in a dating context.”
Boyfriend: “hah. yeah. right.”
Me (turning over to face him): “Seriously! Even when I decided that I did want to date you, I was terrified that it wouldn’t work out.”
Boyfriend (takes my hand, starts fiddling with my fingers): “Why’s that?”
Me: “well… I guess… I didn’t know if we’d have any chemistry together. I’d never dated someone I was friends with before.”
Boyfriend: “…………yeah, me neither. I didn’t really have much in common with the people I dated before you.”
Me: “The way I see it, even if there were no chemistry between us, I would have wanted you as a best friend.”
Boyfriend: “Hah. But we didn’t hang out that much.”
Me: “….yeah, I guess I kept my distance a little. I needed to work out how I felt about you, and I didn’t want to play any of those stupid games.”
Boyfriend (yawning) : “Well, I don’t know what you were worried about. I wasn’t worried.”
Me: “hah. I guess I’ve been conditioned to expect the worst. But this has been completely different, anyway.”
Boyfriend (big yawn this time): “yeah…”
Me: “…..yeah. It’s nice to feel this comfortable with someone.”
Boyfriend: “Agreed. It feels like we’ve been dating for years.”
