February 24, 2017 — You are reading this in the past, if you haven’t figured that out yet. Right this minute, in the future, Mario and I are on a road-trip from Orlando to New York with several stops in between.
ROAD-TRIP! Sex and the Eastern seaboard.
But back to the past, uh, present-tense. My daughter and I get on an evening flight to Orlando for the last half of President’s week break. (My boys are with Jake in the Poconos). As we fly down, I know that Mario is going to pick us up from the airport with his two youngest kids. I also know that he has “the ring”! I wonder if he’ll propose in the airport. Suddenly, I imagine him standing there with balloons or flowers or something obnoxious. I imagine a ton of people watching right smack in the airport. I start to feel sick.
As we ride the tram from the terminals to the main airport, I start to sweat. I might throw up. O.M.G. what if he really does propose in the airport?! It sounds like it would make for good writing, but in reality I’m afraid of such a spectacle during what I think should be an intimate moment. Oh, you think I blab too much to have any feelings of impropriety? Well fuck off – I don’t want a scene in the airport!
But when I see Mario, he’s happy and there are no balloons. “Let’s get out of here!” I tell him, as I start walking quickly towards the exit. We cram into his BMW with Hazel’s carseat in the back. “We have too many kids for this car,” he says. We drive to my parent’s house, where we plan to stay so they can visit with my daughter. It is very late and the kids quickly pass out. He carries my many and varied bags upstairs. We are in my parent’s safari-styled guestroom. It features a collection of wooden animals that my dad collected over the years, as well as jungle-printed coverlets and an on-suite bathroom with wooden masks on the wall.
Finally, Mario and I are alone. The room is cool and quiet. He drops to both knees and pulls out the little ring box. “Will you marry me?” he asks. His head is level with my neck because he’s so tall. “Yes,” I respond, as I put my arms around his face and kiss his forehead. He puts the ring on my finger. It definitely isn’t too small… it is probably a full size too big. It doesn’t matter though because the diamond is such a sparkler that it’s making me blind! We show my parents when we get back downstairs. I’m too enamored with the amazingly handsome man who just put a ring on me to remember what was said. I’m sure they said something.
Later, we shower together and make-love for several hours. The next morning we pay for it. “I think you broke me last night,” he says. “I think we broke each other,” I say. “I’m sore in places that I didn’t know I even had.” “Oh, I knew I had those places,” he says, “but I just didn’t ever want to feel them again.”
We drive over to see his family. His mom is hosting a birthday dinner for Mario. I meet his grandfather and look through amazing old pictures of his family.
I’m sorry but this picture is so stinking cute! Here’s another one:
I totally remember this guy from high school! I’m glad he filled out a little 🙂 I’m grateful that we never dated in high school, but we were friends and we have that base now.
So, turn-about is fair, right? Here are a couple of embarrassing pictures of me:
Probably doesn’t get much more embarrassing than that… But, here is one of me in high school:
Memory-lane aside, it is amazing that Mario and I have come so far only to reconnect at the reunion in this unexpected way. I love how we talk about everything. I love how he processes his thoughts and feelings. He talks business with me and is so interested in my practice. I’m excited about all his ideas for his new company and how I might help. I don’t think we had the band-width in high school to make a meaningful connection with each other (I know I didn’t), but we have aged for the better. Our friendship has all the weathered wear and tear of age, but all the fresh aspects of something new. It makes no sense but it also makes perfect sense.
Meanwhile, Mario posts on Facebook our exciting news (despite the few followers who already knew from my Pinterest fail last week):
With that said, I’ll leave you with my favorite bit about love from Ms. Ephron’s movie When Harry Met Sally, as spoken by Billy Crystal to Meg Ryan:
“I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”