Sunday Night Must-See: True Love...

Sunday night is full of "guilty-pleasure" t.v. for me. Ty Pennington, Desperate Housewives and the insecure and reaching for straws Meridith Gray of Gray's An atomy.

I'm in the middle of D.H. where Bree very fortuitously said "True love is nice, but the Opera will do for now." She was referring to the fact that George, the dorky pharmacist, asked her to marry him. Bree is clearly not in love with him, but after all the pain she's been through, a good friend is what she needs right now.

We've all heard the stories before. Arranged marriages where over time, the couple learns to love one-another deeply. Currently, I find myself in a relationship where I fell in love with my very best friend.

Almost 3 years ago, we "met" over the phone. At work, his company contracted mine, and he called me to ask a question about my forecasts. I think it was on his birthday, because mine was 6 days later, and I told him so. We'd talked before, but that time we really clicked.... He sent a coffee mug to my office, and it was fun to have a friend that loved to talk about the weather as much as me. Over the year, our friendship grew from work issues to commiserating our failing marriages outside of work.

The first time we met in person, it was September. Coffee, a sight-seeing tour around the city, an urban hike, the local brewery, and this cyber-best friend turned into a real best friend. We got along great, had great conversation, and over the next several months while both of our lives seemed to crumble around us.... there was somebody there to console with, to shine the positive light on... talk about work, even argue with... a compatible best friend.

After we each separated from our spouses, we never got tired of talking to eachother. Even with 1500 miles separating us, the weekly phone calls turned into several times a week, and then daily. The email volume increased to dozens of times per day until we were a constant buzz of communication. It was two years ago this month that I separated, and M.W. was my best friend through it all.

Four months later, I made plans to come to California and work on some projects with him. It was allegedly going to be a lucrative proposition for me. Until the work fell through... eek. He was so generous, spending a week and a half with me, playing California tour-guide. I was so in love with him and so railed against falling for him or dating him.... look at all of the negatives: 1) He's my Best Friend 2) Age Difference 3) His Kids are My age (almost, see #2) 4) 1500 miles away 5) What would my mother say?

But somewhere along the track, I could no longer keep the feelings to myself. I knew he was attracted to me, he touched my inner child with his heart, and it was like no one had ever loved me before.

Are we perfect? Hell no. We're terrified of making mistakes again. Sad to say that these kinds of things go with the territory. But damn, it's awesome to have a disagreement with your boyfriend and, in the middle of a fight, lean over and ask if your best friend can come out and give you a hug!

So, Bree... if I hadn't just watched ol' Georgie-boy knock off your therapist, I'd say that the Opera is better than "okay". But it just won't do, to have a murderer for a spouse. Well, your philandering Rex was a bad choice, too, so wha the heck?

Dot.