So something weird happened to me the other day. I was talking to a colleague (someone I hardly know) and I started sharing with her a fact that Bones had shared with me. I realized mid-sentence that I was going to have to tell her the source. And I didn’t know how to refer to him.
We’ve been dating each other exclusively for 3 months. Things are going well. We see each other multiple times per week. We go grocery shopping and make meals together. We work out. We text throughout the day. It’s a relationship.
But we haven’t labelled what we’re doing yet. Calling him “a friend” doesn’t work. But saying “the guy I’m dating” feels like not quite enough. It feels flippant, and I don’t feel flippant about him.
This colleague of mine is basically a stranger and not someone I’m likely to see again. So I did an experiment. I felt my mouth form the word “boyfriend” to describe him. I haven’t described anyone with that word in a long time. Like salsa dancing, baguettes and shoes sized in the 30s, it felt foreign. Good foreign.
It felt so good that I did it again with another acquaintance. It’s lucky I’ve stayed away from cocaine because if I can get this kind of a rush for dropping that 9-digit word, I can’t even imagine what hard drugs would do to me. That’s a lie; I can imagine it. My face would explode. Pieces of it would stick to the walls.
So I mentioned previously that Bones and I work in the same field. Today we ended up at a conference together, each with our respective colleagues. I arrived late and sat at the back. He was already there, looking REAL GOOD in his suit (you have to say that with a bit of a southern drawl for it to work). And when the session ended I found myself high tailing it to the elevator to get out of there. I didn’t even make eye contact with him. What a socially ridiculous thing to do to the future father of my children.
As soon as I was crammed in the elevator I had second thoughts, but realized it would look silly if I went back. So I stuck with my fleeing guns and left, texting him that I was late for a meeting (which, in fairness, I was).
My emotions are usually a full thinking session ahead of my brain. And I needed some time for brain catch up.
Here’s what I realized after my slow grey matter had picked apart my sprinting limbic’s actions: I am anxious about that moment when we’re standing next to each other at the coffee station, using those silly little plastic stir sticks which look like they’re going to melt in your hot beverage, and one of our colleagues approaches. And an introduction has to be made. And a name isn’t enough, there has to be context. Ie “this is SSM, my girlfriend”. I figure there are multiple possible scenarios: 1) I introduce him as my boyfriend and he panics because it’s too soon and we haven’t discussed this, or 1b, he’s super excited about it, 2) I introduce him with his job title and leave out the romantic relationship, and he feels insulted or hurt, 3) he introduces me by my professional title and Leaves out the romantic relationship and I am insulted and hurt or 4) he introduces me as his girlfriend and I am elated.
There are too many possibilities there that leave somebody’s feelings hurt. And I realized I just want to avoid those potentially hurtful situations. By being a crazy person who sprints out of a conference.
So I’m thinking I’m going to have to be an adult about it and ask him if he wants to get pinned. I’m not sure how that convo goes now that we’re not wearing poodle skirts though…
Because up until today I haven’t worried so much about the label. But I feel like it matters. And I’m chasing the dragon; I want that B-word rush…maybe even when talking with some people I actually know.