Well hello there, friends!
PROMMM! Oh wait, wait, sorry, we’re done with that date. Damn it! Back to reality. Or reality TV, that is. (Wah wahhh.)
So, where were we? Oh, yes. Andrew and I had just gone on a rather epic first date involving tulle and tiaras and tuxedos (all the things that make life great), and two things happened: A) he didn’t run away screaming and B) he actually kissed me. A revelation! My god, we’re six episodes in and this is my first kiss. It’s like I’m 14 again. Geez.
Except, to be honest, I still choked at the end and asked insistently if he would call me (slaps self). Baby steps, people. Baby steps.
He did call, many times. He called and he emailed and he texted, and I called and emailed and texted right back. When we saw each other again after that, it was sweet and rather magical, and certainly the most connected I’ve felt to anyone since my ex, Jack.
More than anything, I was smitten with his musical talents -- he’s one of the most brilliant singer/songwriter/guitarists I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. We’re not talking about strumming a little to get a girl into bed. We’re talking about a full out Gift from God, caps intended. I give respect where respect is due, and when he plays guitar for me, I go into a bliss bubble.
Maybe it’s because I never did that “musician” thing in college, but I finally in that moment got why women throw their panties on stage. It’s sexy as HELL. More than that, at least with Andrew, it’s sexy and spiritual. The son of a former nun (seriously, you can’t make this s--t up), he writes the most touching, spiritually-connected, folksy songs (check them out at YouTube.com/MCJellyD). My favorites are Heaven, Ghost, and Run Run Girl. When I got very sick earlier this year, Andrew recorded his own rendition of “Amazing Grace” (one of my all-time favorite songs) and sent it to me. I must have listened to it a hundred times.