And the Winner is...

10/25/2011 The Charmer 8 Comments

When last I left you, I had just gone to the hockey game with Mr. Director.
And I had a FABULOUS time with him.

Who knew hockey could be so fun to watch? I've never been to a hockey game before. Look at me, trying all sorts of new things!
Mr. Director was quirky and a little bit goofy and not at all like Masimo. But even though I tried not to be, I couldn't deny that I was attracted to those unpredictable little quirks. (And I really did try! Remember--I was planning on giving Masimo a chance? [Kinda?] I tried not to let myself be attracted to Mr. Director.)

After the game, we drove back to Provo and got frozen yogurt. I was really just having a lot of fun with him...the conversation was good, I was legitimately laughing a lot, I was intrigued by the way this boy thought about things...and at one point in the evening when Mr. Director touched my knee, I realized I liked it. A lot.

When we were finished with our yogurt, Mr. Director pointed out what time it was and told me that he could take me home if I wanted. But he also mentioned that he wouldn't mind watching a movie with me if I was up for it.

And...I surprised myself by agreeing to watch a movie with him.
Yes, I knew this was a dangerous move, because I knew that if we watched a movie I would cuddle with him. After all, a) that's the reason boys watch movies with girls and b) I secretly wanted to anyways. It was practically inevitable.

So we went back to his house and put in a movie. Sure enough, I was in his arms before too long. And I have to admit that I liked it better than when I had been in Masimo's arms a couple weeks earlier. (I especially liked it better than when Piano Man tried to cuddle with me.) Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward, either; we were still laughing and having fun even though we both knew that they had crossed some serious relationship boundaries. And somewhere in the midst of the cuddling, there might have even been a bit of hand-holding. This was fairly significant, because even though I have found myself in the arms of many boys recently, I haven't held anyone's hand since The Ex.

After the movie, Mr. Director took me home. Even though I was realizing just how much I liked him, my conscience was not happy with me. After all, I didn't know at this point that I wouldn't talk to Masimo all weekend...I was still planning on calling him up to chat, and I felt a little guilty for cuddling with Mr. Director. So, as he was walking me to my doorstep, I blurted out, "Just so you know, I'm probably going to freak out about this tomorrow, since my love life just got a whole lot more complicated."

Mr. Director looked surprised for a second. Then, he slowly smiled and said, "Well...thanks for the warning."

Then, despite the fact that it was 1:30 in the morning, we proceeded to stand outside my door and chat for another hour. It was similar to the chat with Piano Man, except that I felt a lot less confused. Mr. Director told me he was interested in dating me, even though he admitted that things had moved very quickly. He wasn't trying to manipulate me into dating him like Piano Man did; he didn't give me a list of reasons why Masimo was a bad choice for me or why he, Mr. D, would be better. Okay, so he would occasionally throw in a plus side of dating him, such as, "Well...I'd make you chocolate waffles whenever you wanted." But it was really just a good conversation. In the end, I told him that I needed a little bit of time to think about it. After all, things had moved extremely quickly, which is what I was trying to avoid by dating Masimo in the first place! He said that he was fine with giving me time and that he was looking forward to dealing with my impending freakout.

I wandered in my front door around 2:40 AM and collapsed on my roommate's bed. I told her what had gone down and that I didn't know what to do. I think the phrase I uttered most often during this pillow talk was, "What about Masimo?!"

Finally, after saying this for the umpteenth time, my roommate chimed in with, "Well, what ABOUT Masimo?! Masimo loses!"

And I realized that Masimo had lost. I'd told Mr. Director that I needed time to think about it, but what I'd really meant was that I needed time to figure out how to break the news to Masimo. I'd already made up my mind.

This became especially apparent to me when I had the thought, "This would be SO much easier if Masimo was interested in another girl!"
Wait, what?! Did that thought really just cross my mind?

So on Saturday morning at 3:15 AM, Masimo fell completely out of the picture.

A few hours later, I woke up expecting to feel a twinge of regret over the events of the past night...
...and I didn't.
In fact, there was no freakout like I had predicted. I was fine all day...and actually, I was more than fine. I was excited about the prospect of a relationship with Mr. Director. I was excited to spend time with him and to get to know him.
That night, as you might recall, was our scheduled date. However, I ended up going over to his house to watch the football game...so it ended up becoming more of an all-day excursion sort of thing. We went out to dinner that night and then just walked around downtown Provo.
We talked about him. We talked about me. We talked about the things we would do if we were dating. We talked about Masimo and Piano Man. We talked about how my expected freakout hadn't occurred. Mostly, we talked about what would happen if we started dating.
And by the end of the night, that conversation had change to what would happen when we started dating.

I knew that I should be freaking out about how quickly this was moving...but for some reason, I wasn't. In fact, I felt really, really good about the situation. I honestly felt like dating him was the right thing for me to be doing.

And that is why, a couple nights later, we were officially dating.
And the freakout has yet to happen.

Let me stop and take a breath or two.

So that, my lovely friends, is the long-winded story of how my love life was messy and confusing and crazy and yet somehow worked itself out in an unexpected way.

I still haven't heard from or talked to Masimo.
Piano Man's pride is wounded...but I think he's happy that at least he didn't "lose to a ballroom dancer."
And I am quite happy with Mr. Director and with my current situation, despite the fact that it all happened very fast.

Okay, okay. I confess: He had me at "chocolate waffles."

Kisses and grins,
The Charmer