Meeting Murray

I'm a little late, but I guess it's better late than never? Magaly put together a blog party of sorts where we talk about our first date with our boyfriend/girlfriend.

I met "Murray" at school. Specifically, in our effective listening class. I had arrived early to class before him, and had my back to the door. So I didn't see Murray until he was putting down his backpack with a camouflage pattern on the table next to me. I tend to take up a lot of space with my stuff so I automatically started to move my things, but he told me that I was fine. That was our first exchange.

He and I spent our 20 minute break talking. We discovered right off that we were both Pagans, so we talked about that. We also talked about his time in Iraq, since he's a vet who returned in 2006.

I was fascinated, but wasn't sure what to make of him. A lot of what he said went over my head, but either I've gotten smarter or he's learned to speak so that I can understand. lol I hope it's the first. :)

We sat next to each other a lot that term, and when we were separated into different groups Murray even sweet talked the professor into letting him join my group. Maybe I should have guessed he sort of liked me then.

Our first "date" wasn't until a year later, after we had seemingly gone separate ways and then found ourselves taking an ethics class together. He was calling it a date, but I was determined to make it clear that it was just two platonic friends getting together to hang out. I liked him a lot, but couldn't see myself making out with him.

For our "date" he took me to a sea food restaurant, and then to a local bookstore. Oh yes, he knew to woo me with books. And brownies, which he had brought to class. He's smart. Then he took me to his place to introduce me to old horror movies and he gave me a wonderful foot rub. After a vampire movie we spent a while talking, and I decided that he was my new best friend. I also had cause to tell Murray that he had no chance with me, sadly.

Then, maybe four days after declaring that I had zero interest in him I asked Murray to be my boyfriend. And (mom, stop reading) I learned how much fun it is to make out with a guy in his car. :D

Two halves of one whole?

I've been catching up on reading some blogs recently, and found that Magaly talked about a creation myth where humans used to be two headed dragons who shared one heart. But some gods decided to smite the dragons, creating humans who only have half a heart. The result? We have half a heart, someone has the other half of our heart, and we need to find that person.

This reminded me of one of my favorite authors, Juliet Marillier, who talks about lovers being two halves of one whole. The hero and heroine need each other, and aren't complete until they have found each other.

I actually talked to my boyfriend about this recently, so it's funny that I found Magaly's post about it shortly after this topic came up between us. We were talking on Facebook, and Murray said that it was some of the best writing he's seen from me. Hopefully I can replicate that here. :)

Thing is, I don't feel like I'm half of a whole. As romantic as it sounds, and as much as I love that creation myth Magaly shared, I feel like I'm a whole myself. And yet, I feel like I'm a whole that's completed by another whole. Which doesn't entirely make sense, even to me. Maybe it's because Murray and I compliment each other. And no, I don't mean that he tells me I'm beautiful and I tell him he's wonderful. Though we do tell each other those things. :) Rather, even though we are similar in certain ways, we're also different.

Or maybe I'm a whole that needs another whole to lean on...

In any event, it's something that I was already thinking about, and Magaly's post prompted me to write about it. Tomorrow, how we met!