“The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” Actually, I'm not sure that quote really fits here, but it's the first one that jumped to mind that my gut approved. As many of you know, that read this little blog, is that I'm in a relationship and I have been for some time. Many things have changed in that time. I've become a little less flirty and in my relationship, we've learned not to sweat the small stuff so much. So, what does all this mean?The death of the single me. That's what this all means. It's been a slow process to me. As my girlfriend and I grow together, I've noticed how things have changed. The online dating profiles are no more. Not hidden, but deleted. I've noticed that while my eyes will still follow the leggy blonds and brunettes as they pass, the rest of me doesn't follow them as well. I have to catch myself from flirting too much these days. Another set of eyes are upon me, more importantly, another heart to care for.
The death of the single me has taken shape in other ways, too. My social calendar was very easy to fill. I would accept any and all invitations, sometimes double or triple booking. Now, I check with my girlfriend. We'll sit and compare calendars on a regular basis. “Nope, we're having a thing at my mom's place,” she'll correct me as I attempt to proclaim my night out with the guys.
This whole process is kind of like a spider snaring a fly in its web, it seems. You're flying along, carelessly, buzzing about and before you know it POOF! You're caught! The spider spun it's web long before I took flight. Wow. That actually is a bad analogy for a relationship. Spiders, webs and blood sucking… You guys know what I mean, though, right?
As things have evolved I've been having conversations that I wouldn't have expected and, frankly, was unprepared for. Marriage is one of those topics. No, I'm not getting into the whole “will I or won't I” piece of this whole thing, but it's interesting to note how much can come from a simple question like: “So what do you think about moving in together?” Moving in together turns into a whole other ball of wax. I tell you, I'm damn near afraid to even ask my girlfriend how the weather is, because I'm afraid she'll respond with something like, “Are you okay with seventeen children?” *shudders at the thought*
All I really know for sure is that I'm in a much different spot now than I was several months ago… That's a good thing.