Upstairs / downstairs

I'm now dating the upstairs neighbor -- a white republican named after a controversial black sports star. Of course "O" much more than that, but the irony of it does hit me in our most intimate moments. What also hits me though is his declaration that he knew he'd fallen for me at the moment of our first meeting, a time when I was sweating and moving furniture in attire befitting the situation. Turns out those "she's wonderful" eyes weren't exuded from a gay man after all, or from someone disinterested me in romantically -- just a man afraid of dating someone in such close proximity. A cousin had a bad experience dating a neighbor, a friend ended up marrying hers, so where this will go is anyone's guess.

What I like about O is the way we can talk for hours, laugh and tease each other as if we are already the best of friends. Not to mention that fact that he already knows about my fibromyalgia/seizures, and was told last night of my surgery (see my first entry) and my desire to wait until the time is right. Gone is the girl from five years ago who'd attempt to go all the way and stay the night. Now I leave with a kiss when he wants me to stay and sweetly announce that we need to actually leave the apartment complex together before taking things too seriously. O respects and understands all of this, and I look forward to spending more time debating left wing politics versus right wing and teasing him about his sports obsession as I watch televised games from the crook of his shoulder.