Crazy turned Catalyst

Immediately after the re-fella-ing, things changed. Christopher woke up at my apartment Saturday morning and did not go home like he usually does. Instead We watched the Hoarders marathon on A&E. Then we went out to eat wings and watch college football and returned for some Wii bowling. And he spent the night again. We never spend both Friday and Saturday nights together.

He's become present mentally, physically and emotionally. He says "girlfriend" unprovoked. I don't get the slapdown when I reach for his hand anymore. He brings up the future, as in let's do this in November because we'll still be together then.

I think my moment of spazz ended up being a good thing, although I can't articulate why. We were already not seeing other people. We were already officially boyfriend/girlfriend. Maybe we weren't ready for that. It only happened that way because of my rule about sex. Maybe we needed this time to actually acknowledge it and feel comfortable with it.

We moved from seeing each other two days a week to three. It feels like a natural progression. A welcome one. When I introduced him to my friend The German last weekend, I made sure to say my boyfriend Christopher. And he didn't even flinch.

So things are good. They are really good.