Sometimes I wonder if knowing one another so well hinders or helps along the comfort zone? You know, eliminating the awkward first dates. How nervous you both are and how the conversation may not flow, at first, or not at all.
How’s this scenario?
A boy, and a girl meet as teenagers, in high school, at work. A chemistry of some kind is instant—bantering and flip comments are shared and laughter over it all is under way. The friendly hugs around the neck and noogies, the smacks on the arm, the bottom, and the silly faces, all in harmless flirtation. Then there’s the gravitating toward one another in a crowd at community functions.
Years pass by and nothing changes. She’s dating someone, but still gravitates toward him. She becomes engaged, but accepts a dinner date with him. She buys a case of the wine they had for that one dinner and loved and shares it with him. They simply can’t stay away from one another.
The engagement has dissolved by now.
Another year or two goes by and one night, her birthday, they hook up. That’s it. That’s all it took. They knew at that moment it was there time.
There’s no pretense, there’s no awkwardness. They know one another in all ways that matter.
Can this be the perfect romance? Or have they been cheated out of the ritual of traditional dating?
Romance is subjective, but in this case scenario, I believe the couple is going to have their happily ever after. They were meant to be and this mom has known since they graduated from high school and things didn’t change for them that they were destined.
I’ve been describing a romance I’ve been watching blossom for twelve years. My oldest son, Jon, and his fiancée, Dawn has been walking the path of destiny. This coming September, they will have been officially together three years. They are getting married October 24. I’m going to need some serious something to keep me from becoming a blubbering fool on that day. I suppose I could think about how Jon wanted to do the wedding. He wanted to get married on his Harley.
A week ago today, I went with her, her mom and grandmother, and my mother-in-law to make the final choice on her wedding gown. On the drive home, she told me Jon still had a bottle of the wine from that case she shared with him. A reminder of that first date they had. Neither one of us knew he could be so sentimental.
I’m surrounded by love, romance and many happily ever afters. Is it no wonder I love writing romance?