Fons In Love

Love means absolutely saying you're sorry. A lot. Who writes this stuff?
Love means absolutely saying you’re sorry. A lot. Who writes this stuff?

Well, I’ve gone and done it. I’m in love.

Given as I am to hyperbole and dramatics, one could read the above sentence and figure I’m in love with a dress, or an author, or a particular kind of squash. But no, I’m in love with a man. It’s happened, and it’s time to say something.

Admitting that you’ve fallen in love is a bit (I hear) like sharing that you’re pregnant: you don’t want to say anything until you’re absolutely sure and everything looks rosy because, you know, things happen. And people are so excited when someone falls in love or gets pregnant because except in a very few sad cases this is a happy occasion. (Sad cases for falling in love include it occuring when you are married to someone else; sad cases for getting pregnant include when you have a gaggle of children already and someone just lost a job. These sorts of things.)

It’s going on five months, now, spending time with this fellow. I reckon that’s about how long it takes to go gaga and see a relationship of consequence grow and inspire. Think about it: one month is just enough time to understand the other person’s job. Two months is great fun but come on. Three months and you’re like, “Hm, now wait a second,” four months is like, “Holy crap, I like you so much and we’re sort of dating,” and entering the fifth month is the bare minimum in terms of acceptability for announcing the world that you’ve gone round the bend and there has been embarrassing levels of eyeball-gazing between the two of you.

Is this all too sterile an analysis? It might even sound defensive. Okay, then forget all that. Let me just tell you about this person.

He’s devastatingly good-looking. (I will spare you details of his perfect smile, his sparkly eyes, his abdominal muscles.) He’s gainfully employed. He’s an excellent writer — perhaps the only “dealbreaker” I have, much as I hate that concept — he’s witty, he’s responsible, he’s way too much fun, he’s trilingual, and ladies? Brace yourself: he’s an accomplished piano player. HE PLAYS THE DAMNED PIANO. Very well, I might add. Oh for heaven’s sake! The moment I witnessedΒ that, I was toast. Toast!

I out with it now because at this point, I’m skipping huge swaths of juicy PaperGirl content for the sake of modesty. But the adventures I’m having with this person are too good not to write about.Β So here we are.

He’s marvelous. I’m over the moon.

And in a mad change of plans, I’ll be leaving the icy slick of Iowa tomorrow morning on a plane to sun-drenched California. He’s visiting his family there and we’ve been apart almost three weeks. We can’t stand it another minute, so I booked a ticket. When I arrive in Santa Ana at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon, it’ll be the smooch heard ’round the world.

Darling, I’m on my way.

17 Responses

  1. Lorraine

    I call those “airport kisses”. And they are delicious!!

    Congratulations! Much happiness to you both.

  2. Kathleen Frye

    Why the heck am I crying? I am so happy for you. I can see your smile in your words.

  3. Michele

    Congrats Mary! I’m happy for you! I love how you wrote about it, so funny!!!

  4. Barbara Jansz

    Mary, congratulations! Thanks for sharing your joy with your quilt loving followers. God bless you both.

  5. Penny Barnes

    Omg! How exciting! I remember when I was first dating my husband….He pulled out his guitar and started playing….and I thought to myself if he sings and sings well…I’m done for! Well, he started signing alright….and let me just say this….I have never in my life heard someone sing so far off key. So bad. Married him anyway.

    Best of luck to you, Mary! Happy for you!

  6. sarah schraw

    Ahh! Happy for you πŸ™‚

  7. penny evans

    So happy for you. Falling in love is a wonderful thing

  8. Samantha Le Blanc

    So cute πŸ™‚ When I was dating my husband we stayed apart for a bit as I was in University and it was so complicated, he wrote me a song and I was back in his arms. I was toast. Now.. married with a toddler, I still read the song sometimes πŸ™‚

    Musical men… Gods gift to women πŸ™‚


  9. Kathy Douglass

    How lovely.

  10. Cruz

    And he’s from California?! Seal the deal! xo

  11. Christa Quilts

    And by month 7 you’ll be married. Just kidding! That’s just how it happened in my world and that was over 20 years ago, (and still going strong) LOL!!

    But seriously – I am so happy for you. You deserve the best, sweet gal! πŸ™‚

  12. tanzie

    congrats!!! I hope you always feel this same way!!

  13. Andres

    Congrats! You know, there’s a quilt show happening in Ontario this week…

  14. Jan Darwin

    What great news! I’ve read your entire blog over the years and have so enjoyed your wonderful writing. Thank you so much for sharing you personal moments with us. You deserve all this happiness & more! Enjoy every moment!

  15. Sylvie

    My cynic self says too good to be true πŸ™‚ But my romantic one swoons πŸ™‚ Lucky girl!

  16. Karen

    How wonderful to take your time and really get to know each other. What a beautiful story. I can just see you draped across a grand piano in a sexy gown singing a sultry song to the gorgeous pianist!

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