I do so love it when a blog post appears ready formed in my inbox… and so allow me to hand you over to the lovestruck Aussie for what is frankly THE BEST EMAIL EVER. (If you missed the first one – where have you been? Click here)
So when Diamond Geezer gives you 72 hours of notice that he is coming to town, you have to do some MAD PREP to be match fit and ready for his arrival!
Flat was sparkling clean, sheets changed, all possible laundry done, booze bought, anything that makes me look like a crazy person well hidden, manicure, pedicure, everything plucked, waxed and exfoliated, beautiful yummy breakfasty things on standby in case he wanted when he arrives at 7am Saturday, pretty new lingerie to casually be wearing under some sort of sexy mans white shirt type ensemble when said early morning arrival occurred.
So – 6am the alarm goes off. I get up, do hair, tiny bit of make up to remove blotchy-sleepy-face and I wait knowing his plane was landing at around then. I put coffee on, I get lights to perfect dim level, heater on so flat is perfect temp…. he takes what feels like FOREVER to arrive and finally the buzzer goes. I let him through the security and the open the door to see him walking down the hallway. I am not kidding I just go weak at the knees. He sees me, drops everything and just scooped me up in his arms and kissed me. We stood there like this for ages just looking at each other, kissing each other, hugging each other – I start to get the giggles because I am just so friggin’ happy. It was heaven.
We spend the day hanging out, we go for lunch where he starts telling me he’s told his mum about me, that all his friends know about me, that everyone is saying he’s “stopped his whoring ways because he’s met some girl in Sydney.” We have a brilliant afternoon, he talks about wanting us to get a dog and naming it Mr. Funny, we go shopping because he wants my help choosing new shoes – it’s all very silly and fun and wonderful. Then we get ready to go to the opening night of A Chorus Line.
Yes. This heterosexual man was willing to come to the opening night of a musical with me and not only watch the show, but do the pre and post schmoozing events and talk to all the theatre types. He absolutely nailed it. He was funny, charismatic, held his own, spoke to everyone, I could leave him on his own and was all good. We ran the gauntlet of an opening night and he breezed through it like he’d been doing this for years. We leave, head home and in our black tie outfits get a dirty late night burger and fries and curl up on the couch watching TV together. Bliss.
Sunday we get up late, go for lunch and then park ourselves in a wine bar near my apartment and proceeded to try every possible wine on the list. Over lunch he raised the subject of the “elephant in the room” conversation we were avoiding – if we lived in the same city we’d be going for it, holding hands and walking off into the sunset, but what do we do about the distance? Can we make this work? So under the influence of some white wine dutch courage we faced it head on. I said (absolutely terrified) “you know how I feel – I am throwing my hat in the ring and am willing to see if we can do this if you are” he just looked at me and said “Count me in. you’re my girl. I want you in my life, I want you to come to see me and my life, meet my friends. As far as I’m concerned I’m seeing you and I want to tell everyone. I’ll fly out once a month to see you to begin with, we’ll take it one day at a time, nice and slow and see where we end up.”
Although absolutely glorious, this meant one more thing. We had to tell my brother. I wanted to wait, I waned to do it in my own time but Diamond Geezer wanted to tell him. Said it felt like he was lying to him and he has the right to know.
So. I picked up the phone and texted him. “Hi. I have to tell you something” While I was attempting to send him a photo of the two of us to let the pictures do the talking, he called saying “what do you have to tell me?!” I took a deep breath and said “um. I’m seeing someone. And he’s great. And you’re going to love him. Because it’s Diamond Geezer.”
I give the phone to Diamond Geezer to speak to him – he says “Hi. Yes I’m here in Sydney with your sister. It’s been going on for a few weeks. We wanted you to know.”
He gives the phone back to me. Brother says “ARE YOU JOKING?!?! YOU DO REALISE WHAT YOU ARE SAYING DON’T YOU?! AND HE LIVES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY. THIS IS TOTALLY INSANE. THIS IS A JOKE RIGHT!?!? “
“Um… no. no it’s not. And I am happier than I have been in years.”
And then he hangs up on me.
We both send some text messages to him telling him it’s not a joke, that we are both crazy for each other and have weighed up all the pros and cons and still want to give it a go. We get nothing but silence.
We head home, fall into bed (have an amazing night) and then he gets up at 5:30am to get the plane back to the other side of the country where, with the time difference, he will make it back in time to start work. We say goodbye, I get a beautiful message as he gets on the plane and I curl up in bed in the t-shirt of his that he has left behind for me. I wake up again when my brother sends a text to both of us (abridged version):
“Ok, I’ve slept on it and this is definitely not cool. It can end about 10 different ways and all of them disastrous. If it makes you happy then it’s all I could hope for but I am staying right out of all of the insanity that is bound to ensue”
I don’t reply. I figure I’ll let him cool off. He then called a couple of hours later and we speak like rational adults. I tell him how I feel, how we’ve really thought it through, that it’s not just some stupid indulgence, that he is saying the only other person he felt like this about was when he met his first wife, that neither one of us are in a place to not give this a shot. At each point in the conversation I hear him gasp and he just keeps saying “THIS IS A LOT OF INFORMATION TO DIGEST” but to his credit he hears it all out and I think could hear in my voice that things are different.
He pauses for a while and then just says “I’ve known you literally your whole life. I’ve known him for longer than I haven’t. Its just taking me a moment to pick my jaw off up the floor and get my head around that it could work” Which is when I broke the news to him that DG and I will be in Melbourne together next weekend (where he lives). At which point he said “ok that’s enough information again now. hanging up now”
And that’s where we have left it. A brilliant weekend, a shocked/confused brother who doesn’t know what to do and a brilliant Diamond Geezer who I can now officially say I am dating. AND I get to see again in two weeks!
Now I just have to tell my parents.