Team up

I was talking with one of Abraham's teammates from his other kickball league. It's not uncommon for people to play on multiple leagues. I had played on two myself last season.

He told me his teammates scolded him for not bringing me to the games.

"I sort of thought that was you doing your own thing with your friends," I said.

"No, I want you there."

That's the difference between Abraham and all of the boyfriends. He wants me with him. While he's out with his friends, while he watches sports. My presence is not a hindrance or a burden.

I offer to go home if perhaps I thought I spent too many nights at his place, if my geriatric dog has too many accidents, or if the game is on. He always tells me he wants me with him.

So I was at his game and talking to one of his teammates.

"How long have you been together?" she asked.

"About eight months."

"Have you guys talked about living together yet?"

"No. We're not there yet and I'm not sure that's something I'm interested in doing." I left out the part where I did that before and it was such a monumental disaster.

"Yeah, I don't want to live together before marriage either," she said. "Have you said the I love yous yet?"

"Nope. We're still waiting on that too."

"That's so refreshing," she commented. "To hear about a couple taking their time. It seems like everyone is in such a rush."

I beamed with pride. It felt good to hear I was doing something right.