Ok Cupid Round Two – Contractor Guy
It started with an innocent enough question regarding the hooks in my profile. Hooks to skydiving, then to our mutual adoration of inappropriate sayings on t-shirts. After not much more than that, “So want to go out?” What the hell.
The initial meet up he laughed because I told him to jump up & down so I could find him. At Yukyuk’s, there was the yawn & stretch & arm-over-shoulder thing, the pokes, the tickles, the teasing. We walked back while reliving jokes that were said on stage, stopped for coffee infused alcohol, and the walk back felt too short but really was quite a trek. Sunday we met up for dinner, more chatting and a supposed marriage proposal. I’m not even the first to have asked him, go figure. Walking and talking and it’s just fun being with someone so relaxed and can talk back, tease back, and hit back when required.
A very frank and up front question of “So are we dating?” immediately before the Beaches Jazz festival the next weekend had me in panic mode. I don’t want to say one or the other, and settle on a “give me a few more weeks to decide.” which he was okay with. By the end of the night, the majority of me wanted to ask if a few weeks had passed yet so I can say yes, but still that little nagging voice told me to wait.
The week later we imbibed in a staggering quantity of alcohol, headed to the Light Saber battle then Dundas Square before the grand trek back. (about 7 or 8km before we transited back.) Next morning on a too-early-for-Sunday-work-related project, then to Pacific mall. We each had way too much Chinese take out food for breakfast before shopping for sharp & pointies. Drove back, and drank more, and watched some movies.
Suddenly it dawned on me, and I asked if he still wanted to date. Yes. If he still wanted to date me. Yes. Why?! Apparently I’m likable. So we are then? Yes. Cool, but it has to be on facebook if we want to make it official. Insert eye-rolling here. But after we stumble through his profile, we get his half to work and he’s being listed as in a relationship.
Then came turn for my half, looking around to make the acceptance so our accounts are linked. Insert panic mode. This was the most terrifying click I’ve ever had to make. COULD NOT CLICK. I felt like I was signing my life away. *THIS* made it official! I couldn’t look. After agonizing minutes and him both rolling his eyes AND teasing me about the whole thing, I put the cursor over the button, shut my eyes AND turned away, started making out before I clicked. I think it would have been a hit on Youtube.
And it’s been an awesome week of warm fuzzy feelings and sharing with everyone on MSN and private swooning and possibly a few twitter swoons. And probably shock and confusion from a whole bunch of my friends. Oops. I swear to you though, he not imaginary. 
Well, if anything, he will also be taking me to Hanlan’s Point tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon and we’re going to do the whole clothing-optional thing. He promises to help me with my sun screen. And I think he’s only promised because he’s going to have too much fun with it. Although he has threatened to write something in sunscreen on my back. And if that happens I can envision a lot of chasing him around with a fork.
And I didn’t find out about this until afterward (once it started hitting all the blogs I frequent) but I found this to be supremely funny, that this particular wedding invitation matches the date Stefan and I got together. 
I might just have to find a pair of those cuff-links if this works well!
(Photo “borrowed” from http://starcasm.net/archives/58661)
P.S. Yes, I admit it, I wrote this Friday night. Funnier still, he called as I was editing (and trying desperately to shorten) and basically kicked me off the phone when I told him I was writing about him on my blog. And got all pouty when I told him it wasn’t going live until Saturday. And I get to see him Saturday! Today! (for all of you) YAY! 
