i missed my original flight to london and consequently missed my connecting flight to klagenfurt (austria).
the next flight out wasn’t for another two days, so i had two days to wander around london.

day one, natural history museum to check out the dinosaur exhibit.
while gazing in marvel at the colossal diplodocus skeleton, i see the cutest guy.
moments later, he’s standing next to me and says, “i fucking love dinosaurs.”
to which i reply, “who fucking doesn’t?”
to which he replies, “christians.”
cute and clever.

i tricked him into hanging out with me that evening and then the following evening
where we ended up back at the kensington
stuffing our faces with hotel lasagna and blathering on like old friends.
there was this eerie familiarity and openness between us; you would’ve never guessed we met yesterday.

i left for austria the next morning and had no intentions of anything,
except that the entire week i was traveling, he never escaped my mind.
so i flew back to london a couple days earlier to see him again.
three days of laughter, bad singing and a whole lot of whimsies
led us to getting dinosaur tattoos and trying for a long distance relationship.

for a month we talked every day.
sent each other silly pictures holding up silly, sappy signs,
recordings of guitar covers, piano covers we made of each others favorite songs,
fruit basket, flower dog trolling gifts and video hellos reassuring that we would work out despite all obstacles.

and then he came out to new york last week.
the night before my birthday, we stayed up until sunrise talking about i can’t remember what,
but he told me, “i love you more than anyone on the planet does at this moment in time.”
i told him if he wanted to be with me forever, just say so. and he did.

neither of us are into long, drawn out engagements and huge, fancy weddings,
so we took a trip to city hall dressed as prepsters

(because the idea of a frilly wedding gown in a sterile government building just seemed ridiculous).

september tea ceremony in california to appease the parents.
end of year destination wedding in costa rica, st. lucia, or an island far off somewhere with some of our favorite people.

fate is a funny thing.
the only reason i missed my flight was because of ticketing issues and outsourced telephone customer service took a few minutes too long to resolve.
 

currently listening to:
he’s the guitarist for the cry baby. one afternoon, he convinced anna, the lead singer,
to learn one of my favorite songs so they could record a fun, little cover for me. :)