On my last post, I’d declared that I knew what I wanted…and whom. Two days after I posted that, though, the “whom” declared that he didn’t know whom he wanted…but he didn’t see it being me. One thing I’d most appreciated about him was the fact that he could be honest without being brutal. I won’ t say I wasn’t hurt or disappointed, but I was grateful for the fact that he didn’t string me on or take advantage of my generosity. In the end, we parted as friends.
Although this guy was the basis in my renewed faith and determination to begin RCIA, ending the relationship with him has not in the least affected my relationship with Christ, or the Church. I went to the first preliminary class this past week, and it was such a blessing. My office mate Amy has agreed to be my Sponsor. She was the first and only one I really considered for the task. Asking her turned out to be such a blessing. She had come into the office in a bad mood the day before and had mistaken some information I had put on her desk (I knew she’d want to see it first thing) for me tasking her. She still felt guilty about her reaction to seeing the info; I had blown it off and forgotten it almost immediately.
The most amazing thing, though, since my last post is on a more personal level. I certainly didn’t expect to start dating again right away, but the moment I met Bill, we clicked. He travels all through central and south Texas during the week (oh, yes, I’m jealous–I’d give my eye teeth to have a job that allowed me to travel frequently), and likes to spend his weekends playing his saxophone wherever he can. Yes, despite my obvious bias, he is that good! We have so much in common, it’s almost freaky. Our kids are very close in age (he has 4 to my 3), we both love just about all kinds of music (he just never let his playing lapse, is all), we enjoy similar activities (allowing for differences in upbringing–his was a blue-collar life in New England; mine is strictly white-collar, Southern suburbia), and both long to travel–the difference is, he gets to. That might change, though. We’re talking about taking a trip together in the fall. We shall see. I’d love the chance to go, I just know better than to count my chickens before they hatch. It’s a lot of time between now and the fall, and a lot could change.
Meanwhile, I am going to enjoy the daylights out of this relationship. Never in my life have I felt freer, more appreciated, or more adored. I, on the other hand, am giddily overwhelmed by the attention, which I freely admit to eating up. I just hope he doesn’t think I’m saying I like these things just to impress him. I’m not, I really do enjoy them!
Stay tuned, Sports Fans. I’ll keep you updated–both of you.