How I Met Andrew, Part 2

So, no contact at all between Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks.  But the moment I pulled into town, the phone rang.  Halleleuigh!  (I suspect my mother kept his mother in the know regarding my arrival.)

The night I drove into town he took me out to Pyewacket.  A small, dark, delicious gem of a restaurant on Franklin St.  We ate hummus and fish and shared a bottle of wine.  And over the course of three hours we both literally fell in love.  The attraction was mutual (thank you God!) and strong and fast.  He drove me back to my parents house, walked me to the top of the driveway, and kissed me.  He sealed the deal when he held my head in his hands as he pulled me towards him into a firm, long delicious kiss.

I had two weeks off and we spent every night and some of the days together.  By the third night, I became the first (and only) girl he'd ever loved.  Really loved.  And he told me so. 

Those two weeks were amazing.  There is nothing as satisfying as the love you share after 10 or 15 years together.  And there is certainly nothing like the excitement of new love.  We both knew that our lives were changing.  It was unexpected but exactly what we both wanted.

The only challenge was that Andrew had just finished college the previous June.  And was living with his parents.  And I was, of course, staying with mine.  So we had absolutely no privacy.  Until after dinner one night when Andew pulled his car into the horse pasture near the upholstery shop.  And to this day, the smell of horses and hay and fresh mowed grass is like magic!

When I think back on that time, I remember feeling almost dizzy.