Back Door Blues

You know those moments, the romantic ones that you always see in the movies and you wonder why your life cannot be that way? Well I had one of those moments last night and even though it wasn't scripted or quite as romantic, it was real and I felt the need to document it.

[Fighter] and I planned to hang out last night, on Monday. Not moments after we solidified plans to hang out [Spike] asked if I wanted to meet up for a drink after work. [Spike] is a new guy that I met, well have chatted with via facebook who is a Mr. Fitness, adorable and an interventionist! He works with crazy adults, I work with crazy kids, match rolled up in patience and slightly battered with empathy! I call him Spike, because event though he is adorable; I haven't seen anyone spike their hair up with that much gel since oh, maybe 03'. Anyway, I cancelled on [Spike] because I really wanted to hang out with [Fighter] because let's face it, I like him, a lot.

10:45 rolls around and no phone call, no text, no show and I am left sitting there wallowing in the fact that I gave up a night with a guy who WANTS to spend time with me for a guy who simply FORGOT to spend time with me. Which is exactly what I told him when he called after I text him, and he said he simply forgot to call to tell me he couldn't make it. As apologetic as he was, I was irritated. I mean, we are at the 90 day mark, literally hit it yesterday. This is the make it or break it time in my opinion because after 90 days you know if there is something developing or not. Products come with a 90 day guarantee and so should men. I was honest and told him I gave up a date to spend time with him and I was more irritated at myself for putting him first above my instincts.

He tells me that he will call me back and so I call my sister for advice. I mean, this guy is supposed to meet my family this weekend. MY FAMILY, and MY DOG! That is a huge step for me. I have not brought a guy around to meet my family since the ex, and that was a long time ago. Almost three years ago now. This step shows that I am committed to seeing where this goes and now I was all confused if we were even going anywhere.

He calls me back and in the middle of pondering what to do, he interrupts rudely and says, "Can you please come let me in." I was completely confused. It was almost 12:30 in the morning. "I'm at your back door, have been since we've been on the phone, can you please let me in so I can apologize or am I going to have to do it from outside your window?"

I open my apartment door and on the balcony of the stairs out the back is [Fighter], sweaty from him workout, holding a bouquet of white daisies. Daisies because they are my favorite and he knows I hate roses and white because it means I'm sorry. Puppy dog expression, one hand leaning against the brick wall, one arm on the banister holding the flowers. It is a symbol of romanticism I will forever remember in my head. The kind of moment that will be detailed forever, what he was wearing, what you were wearing, the kind of night it was, the smell of the flowers, he expression. Though he is not entirely off the hook just yet, because I am more interested in where we go from here, as opposed to where we have been, it was a wonderful gesture. It was a moment that every girl dreams of, romantic, ideal, and I'm pretty sure that is how at least 50% of pornography videos begin.