I don’t know why, but I woke up this morning around 4am, and I couldn’t get back to sleep for half an hour. I woke up a few more times until I got up at 8, all the while tossing and turning. I’m sure I drove Jeff nuts. When I got up, I gave him a hug and apologized for waking him up so often (to me, once is too much). He just yawned and said it was okay, I didn’t really wake him up at all.
Big ol’ liar.
That’s Jeff, though.
It occurs to me that I should probably do more than just mention my guy in passing; he’s a big part of my life and makes me absurdly happy. There’s photos of him in the gallery here and on my homepage, so you can get an idea of what he looks like, but that’s just the tip of the Jeffburg.
We had our first date on December 19th, 2004. Jeff and I met for coffee, since this is Vancouver, and went for a walk that lasted six hours. We held hands for most of that time. It’s strange, we’re both big, burly guy-guys and I’d never held hands with a guy before that night, but it was the most natural thing in the world. When he kissed me I got all light-headed.
We’ve been living together, for all intents and purposes, since May or so, and we’re moving to “our” new apartment at the end of September. I’m not understating things when I say I never, ever thought this would happen to me.
Jeff occasionally drives me nuts, but he’s sweet, and patient, and funny, and smart, and he doesn’t mind when I wake him up in the middle of the night.
