Today is day 183 of the romantic relationship with my beau. Six months, half an anniversary, the six-mensiversary, a nanoversary, halfaversary, something somewhat silly to celebrate. Or is it?
Rather than swoon to you about the awesome man in my life, I thought I’d take a crack at how we got here. How did I land a great, Catholic man who wants to grow in Christ with me? Where did I go right that God would present me with someone who truly wants to discern God’s plan? What help can I possibly be to others with only six months under my belt?
How we got here
Whenever people “give advice” to single people from their [haughty] chairs, it often inspires temptation of mild violence. I hope to avoid that.
|Love his face|
I’ve known my beau for almost three years now, so our road has been a long one with a large percentage of a friendship-only identity. We met in a young adult club. I can hear the sound of facepalms everywhere:
Of course you met at church! I’ve already tried that! I exhausted my pool there, give me another direction!
Remember that the majority of our relationship has been strictly friendship; we surprised each other as we became better friends. “Hey! Where have you been?”
A little over a year ago, after a series of weekly dinners in a group of church friends, several non-church-related events, and many email exchanges, my beau and I became great friends. We became best friends.
Then, despite my best efforts to control my mind (like nailing warm butter to a wall), I looked up one day and realized I had a big crush on my best friend.
Believe me when I say the “trust in God,” “it happens when you least expect it,” “you have to be happy being alone before you can be happy with someone else” cliches bugged me to no end. So as not to cause another wave of facepalms I won’t explicitly say those cliches are mostly true… I’ll just hint at it.
Get to the practicalities before I click out of this post.
Read more at VirtuousPla.net… I promise, I really give practical points.