His love languages are TOUCH and TIME TOGETHER. At least that's what I think... almost every single text message he sent me when we were together was about how he couldn't wait to see me so we could make out. I think it also was instrumental in the R going to sh!t when we were long distance the year before the bomb. And he told me pre-bomb that he didn't really connect to me over the phone, it was more like when we were walking down the street together or something he felt more connected. Right before the bombs he told me he felt completely disconnected from me when we weren't in the same place, and disconnected from me sexually even when we were in the same place.
How we came together at the beginning... it is an extremely cute story. I went to see this symphony concert, and they did this violin concerto that liberally quoted "la cucaracha" and my friend who was with me started whisper-singing it into my ear in the middle of this very fancy concert hall. And she and I convulsed with silent laughter! she left at intermission, and B approached me and struck up a conversation... and then later came over and asked if the seat next to me was empty...sat with me for the rest of the concert.... and then I ended up giving him my phone number and when he didn't call me within a week (he was waiting to come up with some really awesome date idea, I later learned) I called him and asked him out to another concert. THAT IS THE SHORT VERSION.
In the beginning, we went to concerts together, museums, movies (ridiculously serious movies like "lawrence of arabia", "malcom x" and "citizen kane"), we cooked food together, I showed him my favorite places in Boston because he had just moved there... he made me a homemade valentine on valentine's day, a date which ended up lasting 8 hours and included going to his apartment where he showed me the other two valentines he had made me and rejected... I had a party to screen a documentary I had made and also as an excuse for him to meet all my friends, and he stayed late to help me with the dishes and rub my shoulders when I was doing the dishes.
there definitely was a lot of talking, and I found him totally hot from the very beginning (even before he came up to talk to me in the concert hall, I kept turning around to check him out thinking... who is that GUY??). But the physical stuff was realllly slow... like we didn't hold hands until we'd been dating for at least six weeks, and it was partly because we went to this awesome exhibit that slowly plunged you into complete and utter darkness... and I got scared and reached out for his hand. and we didn't kiss until we'd been dating for two months. CALL ME A F"IN PURITAIN... I like to take things slow!!!
ANYWAY I hope that was not tooo much information!!!! LOVELOVELOVELOVE T
