They Say the World is Real

... So shouldn't that mean that love is, too? Everyday individual relationships become influenced through long lost stories of Disney’s damsels in distress and MAXIMS eye candies, but what happens when the real world is compromised by "true" love, rather than "real"?

I have to tell you that - at first - it was a surprise to me. His age, that was. When my current boyfriend had confessed to me his real age, I blinked and thought 'really? Forty-six? You're one year younger than my dad....' There was probably a few more panicked wonders on that train of emotion, but I don't remember, and nor do I care to.

Back in October of 2008 when I first met this man, I had no idea the situation I would be in right now, and nor did I realize the emotions (and sometimes lack thereof) involved. I had never had real love before. Perhaps I had seen a trace of true love with my high school sweetheart, but it was never real, nor promising in terms of a possible long-term relationship. But this, who I see now, who I share every day with, is real.


Well, enough of that. So now you know how I feel, I'll give you a little bit of a background on my relationship so hopefully you can compare it to yours, or find further entries useful. This post is just to say "HAI" to all of you fixmylove.com lurkers and bloggers, and tell you about what I will be writing about for the weeks to come.

I met this man called Brett (last name censored) one week before Halloween in '08. It was in a Wal-Mart. I work late hours and it was the only store open for me to do my random shopping and get out of the house. I was in the automotive section looking for a cup holder for my car (such a girl I am to remember exactly what I was doing, huh?). Mind you, in the previous six months of my life three other older men had asked me on a date, but all were noticeably older and didn't catch my attention, so another somewhat noticeably older man approaching me was just another bug on my shoulder. I don't know what it is, but something about me attracts older men? Oh well.

Anyway, when this man began to talk to me about where I worked (I had my work uniform on) I didn't seem so incredibly bothered by his words. We actually engaged in a thoughtful conversation which included summaries of trips to the mountains.

After that, he gave me his phone number and name, and told me to call him back after a trip I was taking that weekend.



I never called him back.

I had forgotten all about him.


The day after Christmas, December 26th, I went shopping at the same Wal-Mart, same time (around midnight). I was in the jewelry section picking out some earrings because I was finally able to take out the studs from getting my ears pierced during that trip in October.

My goofy face was no doubt priceless when I heard his voice call me through the aisle.

"Chris?" As I had told him I preferred being called by the shorter version of my name. I looked up to find his silly skinny self walking toward me.

After some awkward words on my behalf of not calling him after my trip, one thing lead to another and we were suddenly on a date the next night. Amazingly enough, there was a second, and third. What had proved to be even more extraordinary was that I had been planning to leave town the week after (the first week of January). I had hit somewhat of a bump in the road when it came to making decisions in my life, and I was just going to get up and leave. Of course, that was a choice I was all too familiar with.

I had visited my boss after the second date and asked if I could have my job back. I knew I was taking a risk by staying, but then again making the choice to leave was just as thoughtless.

However, this one seemed worth it.

Well, let me just clarify that I wasn’t in love with him at the time. In fact, I didn’t take the relationship very seriously, and he confessed that neither had he. Which, surprisingly, wasn’t as heartbreaking as it sounded. We were, and are, very logical about the relationship values and where it’s headed. Taking measures to ensure that both of us are independent from each other but dependent on our companionship. It’s an amazing feeling, really.

To know real love.

So that’s the beginning of my story which brings you to the current situation we’re in. I had just moved into his house on Monday, May 18th. Each day has been a blast, even with our age gap being more than my entire age. Now the question is: will it remain real?

Feedback and Questions are welcome as well as encouraged.

Real love is:
Earning the key to your companions heart.

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