I Hope You Dance

This weekend, my boyfriend and I escaped for a lovely day and night away from home into Temple, TX. We’re looking to possibly move there one day so we decided to visit. It’s a quaint little town, not quite what I expected. Not so small that everyone knows your business but not so big that people won’t know you after a while. I’ve missed a few posts this weekend, but for good reason. So today’s prompt that I chose is this:

Tell us about a time you made a false assumption about a person or a place — how did they prove you wrong?

That one is pretty easy – my boyfriend is a walking, talking contradiction to what one would assume about him. Even knowing him for almost five years, I never expected to find such a soft-hearted, gentle, romantic, intelligent person. He was a member of my family for four years before my husband and I ended our relationship but I never even knew him. He too was married at the time and happily, so it seemed. Only to find out he was in an abusive relationship himself.

My boyfriend is 6 foot 2 inches tall, 288 pounds, and bald. And he is quite possibly the most attractive man on earth to me, despite his struggle with weight and the fact that he isn’t even close to my “type”, which is usually tall, dark-haired, and skinny. He exudes charisma and confidence. The very first time he touched me I knew instinctively, to be wary of him. He and I were both in different relationships but the attraction for me was unmistakable and strong. I spent the last four years hiding from it. Then, when our relationships ended, we gravitated to each other. The relationship that has developed has been the most natural and amazing experience I’ve ever had.

The first time he kissed me rocked me to my core. By far the most incredible kiss I’ve ever experienced. Kissing him is like being set free. Our first date, as we were getting ready to leave, he stopped me and just began to slow dance with me. I still don’t fully understand why he feels the need to do this but it’s quite literally the most romantic thing I’ve ever experienced. A part of me is mortified but another part of me is simply riveted to him. And it’s amazing the smiles we get from other people when we leave. It’s like they’re delighted to see our joy with each other, as if it’s made them happier too.

So while I think again and again, about the contrasts between the man I thought I knew and the one I truly know now, the one thing I know for sure is this is the man for me. And I’m so glad I was willing to see beyond my assumptions and give him a chance.

I’ll leave you with this beautiful, inspiring song from Lee Ann Womack