The Phone call...

Nothing like making you wait til the end of today to find out about the end of yesterday. But, I've been busy with the Dragon Boat Festival!

In his first email to me, he had written, As usual, however, we are apart, although less insurmountably so than ever before. I think our problem now is only one of the present time: for now I need to be near the girls and you need to be near Boo. This is only a matter of fewer than a handful of years, it seems to me. Maybe our only-recently-upset contentment with our current lives will help us get through this.

Later in the day, he sent me an email to my work email telling me he was thinking of me. I knew I’d hear from him that evening. And, of course I did. We talked for about an hour. First we talked about our days, then about the dogs and eventually the dreaded relationship subject. I didn’t bring it up. But he manned up and took my silence as his cue to bring it up. It’s one of the things I love about him. He has a pair of cajones and isn’t afraid to use them.

I told him I like his ideas on how to handle the relationship but I needed a little structure because well, I just need structure. He wanted to know what I was concerned about. I told him I wanted to be sure we talked. He told me I could call him whenever I desired. It would never be an imposition. I told him that was good. But I didn’t need or want to talk to him every day. It would seem too contrived and like too much work. He told me he was neither clingy nor needy and that would be fine. I told him I needed to see him at least every other month or so. He readily agreed. I told him I would go on the vacation with him to see Hadrian’s Wall. He was happy about that. So, it was pretty much settled that is how we would proceed until the time was right and we could be together. I’m very happy. He seems to be too. It feels right.