You know you’re onto a winner when you’re so in love you graffiti each other like teenagers…he brings you vegan salads home from Starbucks because you had no time to cook…he texts in the middle of the day to remind you he loves you…and you get butterflies when you think of him getting home from work. Smile and sing to Taylor Swift while you’re feeding the pets and missing him because he went home 5 minutes ago.
Seriously…I wasn’t expecting to fall in love. My last relationship was with someone who was unkind and kind of arrogant. He wasn’t liked by my friends or family as they felt him living with me while I worked and he painted toy soldiers…was kinda taking advantage. They didn’t know the extent of it. And at the time, neither did I. But the great thing about being an aspergirl is that once you realise someone’s taking you for a ride you move on quickly and the emotional baggage evaporates as it dawns on you…he was an emotional scammer…a liar…possibly a narcissist…and according to himself was jealous and resentful and angry.
Anyway. Takes more than that keep an aspergirl down! We’re uncompromising in that way!
This year was almost Shakespearean. It’s so unlikely. My dad became ill and died. Peacefully at home with us taking care of him. I spent the summer dancing in the garden to carnival and hip hop…and was much admired by my neighbour. A friend of my dad’s. Known commonly as Elvis. Elvis is the kindest and most genuine man I have ever met. He was with me and my family throughout. Friends with my friends. Drop dead gorgeous. And somehow it went from conversations over the balcony to excitedly planning our first Christmas together in a matter of months.
He treats me like a princess. We sometimes bicker about silly things. But we make up fast. We are both are self employed so work our hours around each other as much as poss so we have lots of time together.
He has nearly as many tattoos as me. Loves my corsets and red hair. Loves…some stuff you guys will just have to guess at. He’s a teddy boy. I dress in Victorian styles (mostly…but also some Harajuku & Lolita styles sometimes). We make a striking couple.
Spend nights day dreaming about owning a gypsy wagon and a carousel.
He comes home showered and always happy…he loves his work like I love mine. And we are both independently happy but happier together.
I felt the need to come out and make it official. We’ve been ‘going steady’…but now our considerations for our life together spread into years.
He notices everything I love and got me a Nemesis Now fairy and unicorn statue for my birthday, a Marc Jacobs perfume and a long Joe Browns hippie chick cardigan. Sooooo thoughtful.
We love listening to motown. We love music full stop. He notices when I henna my hair. He even likes the smell of henna. He looks after me. I help him out too of course…but the point of this blog is to try to cover everything I adore about my Elvis…without even mentioning his abs (swoon).
He is fit. V strong. Tall. Thin. Always polite and well turned out. Never judges. Always asks me about how something makes me feel as far as my aspergers goes…he genuinely cares.
I have known him through my dad for a number of years…he thought I was a teenager though. When he found out I was his age and I was the mysterious nocturnal hermit girl…the wooing began in earnest. And within a few days we were sneaking about to hook up…totally the worst kept secret in the neighbourhood, he was spotted leaving my home at five in the morning twice!
He is amazing. I tell him that all the time. But now we’re making plans for Christmas I feel things are official enough for me to blog this and say…it’s official! We are in a long term relationship. We’re totally in love. And both deliriously happy.
Sorry if I sound like an extended advert for Clinton Cards…but it’s that good!
If Facebook had the option, our relationship status would be soulmates ❤
Happy happy days in boho heaven!
PS. Sorry to anyone who found my ‘shout from the rooftops’ overly dramatic and sentimental. I hope you find someone like I did some day too.
“The greatest thing, you’ll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return”