My loves...I was boy crazy when I first moved to NYC, then went through an asexual phase where I couldn't find any straight men I desired (only sexy gay men who told me I was pretty but lacked one important extremity), and more recently thought I was falling in love with mr.vogueboy until he broke up with me before I even had the chance to eat breakfast.
Enter Dael. He started working at Bua (our neighborhood bar where I spend more time than I do my own apartment) in August... we had been regulars since May so I distinctly remember the moment I saw this new gorgeous bartender. He is a tall, floppy dark-haired, lanky Australian with a devilish grin that crinkles up around his eyes... and the moment he spoke... my mouth watered. I could barely understand him through his accent and strange vocabulary such as "jumpers" for sweaters and "whippersnappers" for little kids... and I lusted from afar. I thought I played it pretty cool until one too many sangria's and I invited him to touche's wedding as my date. He goes "where is the wedding"?...I gave him my most winning smile and said "Arizona... it will be a blast"... he looks at me baffled and gives me the worst excuse a guy can give a girl... "Sorry, I don't own a suit"... and walked away. Erika leans over and goes "You blew it. Next time run those things by me before you blurt them out".
I continued to secretly love him but dated around as he wasn't interested in the slightest. Erika and I hosted my entire family over Thanksgiving and when we found out the entire staff of Bua was going to be in NYC for it (they are all foreigners)... we tossed them an invitation as well. Dael shows up with lilies to which my sister awkwardly and loudly exclaims "oh so cute- those are the flowers Kara wants at her wedding"... I turned beet red. Thanksgiving was amazing- full of everyone left in the city, food out on the fire escape and every counter top, and lots of toasts. Papa drank tequila, mom got tipsy on wine, fletcher felt beyond cool sitting with the boys playing cards, taylor fawned over dael's friend... and I ended up chatting comfortably with Dael for the first time outside the bar. He later told me that was the night where he was finally able to see me for who I am, rather than just a customer. We headed to Bua to continue the party late night and after Dael did a shot with the pops, he comes over... asks for my number and it and us started.
In a quick word vomit of a summary.... first date involved cocktails and a goodnight kiss that made my lips numb outside the bar, second date comedy club where we laughed at everything we should have and everything we shouldn't, third date awww who the hell cares I loved it and everything after that. Our relationship had to move fast as he was going to either move back to Australia early February or renew his visa & stay.... one night after I got beyond irritated with him for being an atheist he goes "I may not believe in God but I believe in Love... and I'm staying here to find out where this goes". We then dropped the L bomb. Which followed with us doing the deed... quickest I've ever given it up and longest he's ever waited... and its the best I've ever had. He is exactly what I want and makes me a better person.
Coming down from cloud 9, sometimes I wonder if I'm too happy in all of this and just living too simplistic ... its like I'm enjoying the moment of sun on my face while bopping around in the bug convertible like we did in college... while knowing full well a fiery and bloody crash lies just around the corner... because bottom-line... he wants to live in Australia long-term, raise little aussie punkasses and I can't imagine living anywhere but the states.
But I love the kid so I'm seeing where fate takes me.
ps... Dael shows up last night @ 4 am after a night on the town with the boys (aka hammered) because I told him if he was missing me he should come over. He shows up, picks me up and carries me to my bed.... I have to undress him one converse sneaker at a time and then when we are all snuggled up in my bed he whispers...."I love you more than vegemite". wtf.
