Slip of the Tongue...

Good weekend. Othello and I have gotten into the habit of falling asleep at eachother's houses. It's totally chaste, but reeks of seriousness in a way that can't even be put into words. We're committed to getting to know one another, to letting our feelings develop for real.

He is a man that I am proud to say I've fallen in love with. And yet over the weekend, we continued to bite our tongues rather than admit that fact. Whether it was being burned one too many times, or just good old fashioned common sense and not wanting to say it without the return sentiments, we were both stubborn to the extreme.

On Saturday, he picked me up for lunch and we ate, then ran errands. While I finished up my shift on the duty desk, Othello went over and chatted with his mom, let her know he was dating me, it was "serious" and so on....

*visitor alert* the Chinese consolate is in the building and taking my picture as I sit here and type!
*visitor alert*

We skirted around the L-word issue all day... until later in the evening when there was a Freudian slip. He said "blah blah blah... that's why I married you.. blah blah ohmigod that's why I'm dating you..." (He married me? I know that's what I heard). Then I gave him this look - a look that Jayleigh used to give Rob back when they were first married. A look that, if observed by spectators, would make everyone want to leave the room and go take a shower! He said "what's that look mean?" As though he knew that I was thinking to myself "I love you I love you I love you I love you!"

I casually leaned over and whispered "If you don't know, then I'm not gonna tell you" He blushed and said "Oh, I know".... It wasn't until about 5 hours later when he stubbornly asked if I was going to force him to say it.... "IT?" I asked...

"That I'm falling in love with you"
I said "Oh, I'm already in love with you... in fact, Othello, I love you"
"Oh Dorothy, I love you so much!"

On Sunday I brought over the makings for banana pancakes, and while I was making them in Othello's tiny 1930s kitchen, sang the Jack Johnson song "Banana Pancakes" . As we headed out for coffee a while later (for me, he drinks cocoa only), I said "I can't believe I married a guy as stubborn as myself"... Oh god... "I can't believe I'm dating a guy as ..." He broke in "I heard you the first time, Dot, and I liked it. Sounds good... sounds right."

Oh.my.goodness. So is it totally weird that we were talking about how big my dad's hands are, and then he asked me my ring size? Was it a weird coincidence?Is this really happening? I'm really in love with a nice, honest, hard-working, smart, talented, interesting, cute, loving man! Othello.... Othello.... what are you thinking of? Swoon

Peace.

Dot.