I’d been looking forward to venturing to my traveled-friend’s homeland since I clicked the “attending” button on the screen of my dying laptop. At the end of the mental countdown I’d been keeping, 18+ hours, 3 mediocre meals, 2 free glasses of wine and 1 sleeping pill later – I’m here!!
After three giant hugs and one new friend, I’m in the car, on the wrong side of the road and heading to pick up one more person in a different part of the airport.
As we came around a turn I saw a girl standing with her back to us. I did not know this was who we were picking up, but I felt instantly drawn to her. Then she turned around, smiled and got in the car.
“Hi, I’m Freya.”
Whoa. Whats’s that? Oh just my heart. Beating the crap out of my chest.
Off we went to the hotel. Right on the beach. Amazing. We joined 3 more people at the hotel, all put on our bathing suits and went out for a swim.
I felt so nervous for some reason. I’d never just wanted to be near someone so intensely. As I swam through the waves of an unfamiliar ocean, thoughts of grabbing her and kissing her right there consumed me.
That’s not too soon right?
‘Hi, I know we just met a few hours ago but I think I love you.’
It’s not weird.
My attempts to be close to her without anyone noticing failed epically. Well I suppose that depends how you look at it. I did get close to her. I also ended up kicking her in the head a few times. Damn waves!
Oh well. That night we deemed each other drinking partners, I cleverly claimed my spot in the bed next to her and well the rest is history…
JUST KIDDING! What do you think I am?
I didn’t sleep with her until the second night.
I didn’t even kiss her. But I wanted to. That night, that morning and every single day after.
This makes me think of my grandparents. They were the perfect picture of true love.
It also makes me think of growing old with her. If I must grow old at least it will be with her.
Many years ago – and by many I mean about 6 – I met an extraordinary woman. She hailed from a distant land called Australia. She arrived at my chosen place of higher education and enamored many with her intensely inquisitive blue eyes and her accent. Not to mention her ability to mimic other accents. She was well-traveled, this one. She told grand tales of riding kangaroos and hugging koalas – turns out you can really only do one of those. She loved life in a way I’d never seen.
When the time came for her to leave, it was a sad day. But she taught me one sentence that still helps me to this day.
“It’s not goodbye, it’s see ya later!”
Simple enough. It made all the difference.
For years there were random visits, phone calls, emails. Even though we resided on opposite sides of the world there were always Facebook invitations to come to a dinner, party, Christmas on the beach. January of this year, when she invited me to come to Mardi Gras, in Australia, to celebrate her birthday I did the unthinkable. I hit attending.
Little did I know…
June 24th was an exciting day for a lot of people in New York. It was particularly exciting for me, not just because same-sex marriage was legalized, but also because the woman I am very much in love with was on a plane on her way to see me after 3 ½ months of separation. We had just met, months before, in Australia while I was there on vacation. Some may call it crazy and some may say it’s meant to be, but I knew well before her plane touched down that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. This victory makes it feel possible.
Now, WE ARE ENGAGED!
Unfortunately the Marriage Equality Act does not help my fiancée gain citizenship but it does give us hope and that certainly won’t stop us from celebrating and throwing a kick ass wedding!
I’ve been using my down time (which there isn’t much of these days!) at the salon looking for wedding dresses and ideas and swapping photos through Pinterest with, Freya, my fiancée.
She makes me feel like the girl I’ve always envied and inspires me every single day to just be better. Thus the start of this…