My Sweetie

Sometimes I wonder about what really makes a relationship strong. I always said that if I ever, ever, and that was a very strong ever got involved with anyone again, he would have to be my best friend. I really don't want to say, "joined at the hip" or my "soul mate" because both terms are so over used and sometimes can imply neediness. And, God forbid I appear needy. Because really.....I am not. Ok.....I can be...just a little. I do like constant companionship and I guess in many ways, Sweetie and I are joined at the hip. But most of all, he is truely my bestfriend. My mom got a little bent when she heard that because, well in so many ways, my mom is my best friend. But, in a different way. I share so much with her and we are there for eachother, but really...........does anyone tell their mother EVERYTHING? I mean, seriously, everything?

I met Sweetie at a Blues Festival a litlle over two years ago. I am sure he completely hated me when we first met but he states otherwise. See, I can be a little bossy and/or pushy........Really? You ask. Yeah, just a tad. I am the oldest child and queen of my humble abode so, I can get a little bossy/pushy. Well, when a girlfiend and I entereted the club that was hosting the festival, I just dropped all of my crap...purse, coat, phone, whatever.....just on top of Sweetie's table. In other words, I kinda took it over. He was just looking at me with complete amazement that someone could be so ballsy. I really wasn't thinking because I was wrapped up in a conversation with my girlfriend. She caught on quick to Sweetie's glares and basically reprimanded me for my rude behavior. We're very good friends, known eachother for years, she's Italian as well.....so we can kinda tell eachother when the other is out of control.

I apologized to this poor man for invading his space and he just, kinda, shook his head, lke...yeah, whatever and I moved my stuff to the side. My girlfriend and I started dancing with a group of people and other that her, no one could dance. I mean, most everyone dancing seriously lacked rhythm. So, being the "ballsy" woman that I tend to be, I go over to Sweetie and say: Can you dance? That was probably my way of apologizing again for my pushiness. And, yes, that man can dance! This is probably one of the reasons we get along with one another so well because we share so many interests.

We danced a lot that night. I guess through the dancing and the several Cosmos that I consumed, I gave him my phone number. I don't usually offer up my number unless for business purposes, but.......I usually don't drink Cosmos either.

It took me along time to accept an invitation to dinner with him......a very long time. Most of my reasons happened to do with a death in my mother's family and how that event changed all of us emotionally, financially, etc...... That, in itself is an entirely completely different post. One of these days.

We started dating and realized just how much, regardless of our skin colors, that we had in common. He comes from a very close family just like I do. In fact, family is probably both of our number one priorities. And? This is the truth......we don't fight! We can bicker....sometimes we sound like an old married couple, but we never fight. There is some irony behind that as well. Our personalities are very, almost too similar. But, it works for us. I think, my perspective, is that before one of us wants to seriously blow, we stop and think how the other is going to feel. And knowing how the other feels because that is how you would feel, allows each of us to just pause.

Plus, he accepts me for who I am. He doesn't want to change me. He doesn't speak for me, etc. He accepts me for me. The greatest compliment someone can give.......acceptance.

One of our differences is how we communicate. He tends to tell stories or situations very similar to how I do.......long winded. But?! And this is a big but.......details, please. I am huge on details. I find the more details I am given, the better or more logical conclusion I can draw. Men really aren't big on details.

Example: This was our conversation last night........over dinner.

Me: What time is that wedding on Saturday? (his nephew is getting married)
Him: I don't know! (all indignant) You looked at the invitation.
Me: I forgot the time. Don't you remember?
Him: Sweetie, I don't know.
Me: (rolls eyes, gasps a few times) Alright.......you need to bring it out again. Oh, what do you want to get them? I remember the invite said something about a gift card or cash. ( I kinda find this odd/rude)
Him: I dunno.
Me: It's your nephew! I'll pick it up tomorrow after I cater. It will save you a trip. Where should I go?
Him: I dunno.
Me: Do you know anything? Anything at all about this man, your nephew? Where do they live?
Him: I dunno. Why would you ask where they live?
Me: Because if I knew where they live, I might know what store to get them a gift card from.
Him: (glares....with those big, dark eyes.....) I really don't know where someone lives would help you to figure out what you wanna buy them. That makes no sense..........am I correct?
Me: No, you're not correct! You are, however, getting on my last nerve! I guess if I knew where they lived, I would kinda know what they like. (As I was saying that...........I realized how the two have no correlation whatsoever. Only in my world)

I started laughing because, really......where a person lives really doesn't have any affect on what you buy them. That was kinda dumb. Still, he was getting on my last nerve. I don't think he really knows too much about his nephew other than he's getting married and we're invited. I can't really hold it against him because, in all honesty..........he has a ton of nephews!

This wedding has a Hawaiian theme. I can not imagine that man in a floral print. As I type this, I am laughing.....because Hawaiiian would be waaayy to "metrosexual" for him........ He loves Fall colors and looks very good in them. Where I wear too much black, he wears too much brown...........all year round. But, I was snooping in his closet the other night and found a Fall color scheme, Hawaiian style shirt with the price tags still on from a few years ago. I never knew such a thing exsisted!

As I was snooping through his closet, (yes, he was aware of this! we are both nosy!) I came to the realization that if we ever do finally live with eachother, we are going to need a closet pretty close to the size of a small state, to HOUSE all of our clothes. Yes, he's a clothes whore too! And? He's bossy..........sometimes even bossier than I! Heh!