this totally just hit me, and if you're not my boyfriend (msg) feel free to keep reading, but if you are msg you should probably stop or you'll end up thinking i'm dragging you in this one. which of course i'd never do, right? (seriously, though, stop reading if it's you, msg.)
all right. now that he's gone, here's the realization of the day. i may not have said the exact number before, but i'm pretty sure i've let on that msg is older than i am. how much older, you ask? 17 freakin' years. and why is that important? because this month is my birthday month, so i was thinking about how old i am, and i was comparing that number to how old msg is, and it hit me that 17 years is also how long we've been together. which means ...
i'm as old now as he was when i met him!
not that i thought he showed his age back then -- i was actually hella surprised when he told me, because my initial thought was, "i guess this guy's older than me, but dang, he's smokin'!" if you'd given me the number starting off, i'd have been pretty darn dubious it would work out, because that's a lot bigger gap than i thought i was dealing with when we first clicked. so when he told me, i was kinda like, "eep! i thought he seemed a little older but i wasn't thinking that old!"
by that point it didn't matter, because holy f*** he was just so awesome and right for me in every way.
but now i'm officially old enough that the me that fell for him would think, "dang, that's old."
on the plus side, at least i'm still 17 years younger than he is!
xoxo,
claire
