So while with Mr. OoT last weekend, he kept trying to aim the conversation towards long term, forevers and future plans. Not sure why this freaks me out, but I successfully (or so I thought), re-targeted these attempts. When I was joking about his putting me into the ‘heavy rotation’ for his online dating lineup, he looked me square in the eyes and said ‘you’re not in the lineup, you’re the whole team baby’. SO sweet.
I like where we’re at. I like what we have going. We’ve really only spent 4 weekends together at this point. Granted, this totals about 14 days of 24/7, but it’s still new. I’ve mentioned before that Mr. OoT is ALL IN. He is. While I’m optimistic and wanting to ‘see where things go’, he seems to want to force things along while I know that we still have some things to figure out. He sent me a text the other night telling me how awesome, beautiful and amazing he thought I was. He then asked if I would mind if he told people that I was his girlfriend. Call me a moron (like you already don’t), but when I said I didn’t mind, I didn’t realize that I was locking shit down and throwing my hat in the ring for forever. I truly thought it would just be a word. For him. I describe Mr. OoT as ‘the man I’m dating’. A matter of phonetics, to be sure, but apparently more than that.
Mr. OoT ‘took a trip’ with his brother yesterday. Pretty sure I’ve mentioned his love of the psychedelic world. I am so NOT a fan. While he preaches the benefits of being able to expand his mind, I know that I am able to do that on my own. I have no desire to try his version. Anyway, he sends me a text during his ‘trip’ that says “do you want to us with me”. Uhm, really? I sent back a nice ‘I like you very much and am enjoying seeing where this is going”. He then wanted to talk. About us. God dammit, why does he have to define this right now? And no, the irony of this situation is not lost on me.
While not agreeinng to everything, I seem to have agreed with his ideal that we’re going to last forever and that I’m the love of his life. Guessing he has assumed that means that he’s the love of mine. Uhm…….I’m freaking out more than just a little. He now refers to me as darling and himself as my devoted boyfriend. It completely weirds me out. He has obviously been spending a lot of time thinking about this. Guess I should have concentrated my efforts last weekend more on paying attention than trying to get him to wear cargo shorts over jean shorts……..