“Elation” happens rarely, but indeed, it is a category on this blog. There needs to be room for elation, I say, and so what if with me it’s usually professional 🙂
The dish: Nothing really to report. He showed up on my doorstep and looked very handsome, and I was there and looked, apparently, “beautiful” (which I think means I put on a lot of eye makeup and a low-cut dress), and we went to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants (I had the lamb shank, he had the filet mignon), and then we went to see Over the Rhine in concert. The point wasn’t so much the “what” of the date but the awesomeness of the company. Also, apparently other people who encounter us find us exceptionally entertaining together. (Since our first dates didn’t really involve a lot of interaction with random people, this is a new discovery, and one that does delight me, though I’m not sure why. Also, he has started saying “delightful” because I say that things are delightful, and I like it when people pick up on my vocabulary. I have also picked up on some of his vocabulary, apparently, which includes the words “I love you.” And yes, I know I’m disgusting, and I really do hate myself but I also can’t help it 🙂 )
Sounds great to me! I met my husband 20 years ago (!!! I can’t believe it) so I’ll just enjoy your romance vicariously. (Things are great with us, but they’re 15 years married great, which means that the romance is interspersed with a lot of household chores and bills and investments and wills, etc.)
CPP – As much as it’s super-insane and way too soon, yes. But he started it. Whatever, Roland Barthes (from A Lover’s Discourse) is helpful here: “Once the first avowal has been made, “I love you” has no meaning whatever; it merely repeats in an enigmatic mode – so blank does it appear – the old message (which may not have been transmitted in these words)” (147). And then: “I-love-you has no usages. Like a child’s word, it enters into no social constraint; it can be a sublime, solemn, trivial word, it can be an erotic, pornographic word. It is a socially irresponsible word” (148). I could go on, but the point is, yes, that happened, has continued to happen, is happening. If it didn’t/weren’t, I NEVER would have written the post about being ridiculously in love.