Thursday, April 06, 2006

Sharing 101

When I met MM, I was surprised at how easy he was to talk to. There were no awkward pauses during our first date, no lack of anything to talk about. I immediately felt like I could tell him anything, and he'd listen without judgment or condemnation. It was an amazing feeling.

Our first date was on a Saturday and he called be the next day...I guess as the follow up call that all women expect. I'm not exactly sure of the protocols, since I'd never dated before, but that's what my girl friends told me.

Anyway, he called, I missed him and he left a message. I called him back, missed him and left a message. He called again, missed me and left another message. At this point, I was kind of tired of playing phone tag, so I called him back one last time with the intention of leaving him a message telling him to just call me the next day. Instead, he answered. After the surprise of having him answer wore off, we started chatting.

And didn't stop for more than five hours.

Yep, five freaking hours. We talked about everything. The next night, he called me again and we ended up talking for more than three. It was...crazy.

I've never met someone in my life that I can talk to like that. Never. I'm a talker, no two ways about it, but even I run out of things to say eventually....except with MM.

We talked about our dreams and hopes. The daily goings-on in our lives. My children. His ex's. My ex. Our childhoods. We even ended our first conversation after a particularity interesting discussion about personal hygiene. Yeah, weird, huh?

After those first few phone conversations, I'd have to say that it's possible that MM knows everything there is to know about me. Or so I thought at the time. He says he learns something new everyday. I'm not sure I believe that, but I know that's how I feel. Like every day I see a different side of him or learn something new about him and it makes me love him just that much more. I didn't know I could fall in love more every day, but there it is.

Ok, enough sappy shit.

So, after our first few conversations, we kind of made this rule....we'd never keep secrets from each other, and we'd never lie to one another about anything. Ever. Even the small, little white lies that every person tells his or her significant other would be banned from our relationship. So far, it's really worked for us.

My only complaint? In my opinion, there's such at thing as OverSharing. There are some things that I truly just...don't want to know. I love that we're open and honest with each other. I don't have to hide the empty pint of ice cream I ate in one sitting. I don't have to sneak my new shoes into the house and hide them in the closet to be taken out later, as if I owned them all along. I don't have to pretend like I don't have an addiction to romance novels...or the heroes from them. No matter what I'm thinking, feeling or doing, I can and do tell MM about it.

But even with all of our open and honest sharing, there are things I keep to myself. Not because I feel like I need to hide anything from him, but because, well, there are just some things he doesn't need to know.

Are you wondering what? Well, I'll tell you.

I don't think he needs to know when I'm PMSing. I don't think he needs to know how or when I blew my nose. I don't think he needs to know about my bathroom visits. I don't think he needs to know - in minute detail - the experience I had while getting my eyebrows waxed.

You know, stuff. Not anything important, but while I'm a firm believer in the old adage that Sharing is Caring, I am not a firm believer in OverSharing. Right?

Apparently not if you're MM. He tells me everything. E V E R Y T H I N G!

So, we're talking last night, just about whatever, and he mentions something that happened while he was in the bathroom. Soooooo didn't want to know, alright? Really. So I tell him, "Honey, I don't think we've reached the point in our relationship where we can share things like that with each other."
He said, "We reached that point after our first date."
I said, "No, we'll never reach that point. Ever."
He just laughed.

Then later, he's telling me about something else that happened. I'll spare you the details, but it's hard for me. They say that misery loves company and I totally agree with that. I really, really want y'all to have the horrible mental image that I'll be having nightmares about for years to come. But, I'm not quite that evil, so I'll keep it to myself.

Suffice it to say, it was another one of those things that falls under the TMI category. Waaayyyy too much information.

I told him, "Honey, we had this conversation. I really don't need to know."
He said, "Was that another OverShare?"
I said, "Times 5. Spare me next time, alright?"
Once again, he just laughed.

Here's the thing, though. I. Wasn't. Joking.

I really didn't want to know.

For some reason, this makes me nervous about our future. I can just see him, 50 years from now, telling me all about his bowel movements and the graphic details of having a stuffy nose.

Uh, yeah, I'm scurred alright.

4 comments:

Isabel said...

LMAO! This is inspired me to finish a post I was working on. LOL! I can totally relate sweetie. Why boys think bowel movements are good topics to discuss I have no idea.

Joanna said...

LMAO

Mailyn said...

Isabel you said it best. Boys. Men usually don't find that kind of thing fun. Sadly there are hardly any men left. LOL.

Just the same, Holly I think you hit the jackpot, this guys seems adorable! :)

Dylan said...

Friggin' boys, too cute!

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