No, not Jason or Freddie…or even Nick Lachey.
After five long years, my long distance lover is on schedule to become, of all things, my roommate. Talk about an intense turnaround. But I’m really excited. I had a fairly intense existential crisis about it last month and wasn’t sure what to do with myself. Me, the girl chasing the diamond all the while luring suitors in without shame - therein lies the clash. Suddenly, I had to pick one.
Not that I’ve been unfaithful. Not that I ever even want to do more than be crazy and loud and slightly less than obnoxious when out and about. But suddenly, the world changes.
“I have a boyfriend” isn’t just the easy letdown that also happens to be the comforting reality. Chances are that boyfriend will be in the bar. Or, chances will be that he’ll be home waiting for me to show up.
And so that was what freaked me out. Just suddenly knowing that leaving my skivs on the floor or letting the dishes pile up or staying out just a tad too late on a Tuesday night was going to be monitored and watched and maybe even judged sent me over the edge.
But it’s been a month. A month with a lovely weekend of being nursed back to health and another trip with friends and just being together. And I think I’m really ready. We’re both deathly afraid of the reality, but I’ve got one foot in the door.
Now I just need to actually get the dishes out of the sink and make space for the man in my life to become the man in my apartment….
