Carrie and Big - Sex and the City

Carrie and Big - Sex and the City

Forgive me as I’m feeling a little romantic this evening. If you know the above couple’s story, you know they have had their share of ups and downs. Break-ups, marriage to another person, leaving town, you name it. Yet, after all that:

Love prevailed.

I am exactly two months shy from one year. One year ago meeting my boyfriend, who I like to affectionately call, ‘the Boy’.

We met last October, my favorite time of year. All good things happen during the fall. Football, Halloween, pumpkin pie, and for me, meeting the person that brought me out of the shell I created during the end of my marriage four years ago.

Of course, I didn’t know this at the time on that October day. I had been dating people as had he, enjoying myself, keeping things on the surface. Things on the surface was safe and it was just enough for me to handle.

I had no idea I would be swept off my feet, and swept I was.

It was nothing and everything he did.

By the end of our third date, I was sure my romance was over. We had decided to go out and watch a bit of football, as his Florida State Seminoles were playing. I didn’t eat a bite that day between cleaning my apartment and finding the perfect outfit, there was no time. I paid for it dearly.

Ladies, let me tell you this:

Many drinks before dinner is a very bad idea on an empty stomach.

As soon as we made it to the restaurant we had to leave. I got sick. Really sick.

So sick that the Boy had to stop THREE times so I could puke. I was so embarrassed. Humiliated. I was sure as he got me into my apartment and into my bed that was the last of him. I remember sleeping for a few hours and waking some time past midnight. I called my best friend, Josh.

me: I’m in a bad way.

Josh: what did you do?

me: Fucked up. Real good.

I explained the details of my early evening. I was miserable. Josh, being the friend that he is, assured me all would be well and to just go back to sleep. So sleep I did, prior to that, I sent the Boy a text apologizing for how the evening went and thanked him for getting me home. I figured I should at least thank him since I thought I wasn’t going to see or hear from him again.

Well, I was wrong.

Early that morning he texted me to see how I was feeling. When I woke up I could barely move. I was so happy that he hadn’t disappeared but I felt so sick from the night before. There were only two things I wanted.

Well, make that three: Sprite, Advil, and him.

Not even 30 minutes later from the first morning text, the Boy was at my door with Sprite and Advil in hand. I’m sure you can only imagine how I looked. Yet here he was, smiling at me and wanting to make sure I was okay.

I took the Advil, drank the Sprite and crawled into bed with him. He held me until we fell asleep.

I have to say, it was one of the sweetest things someone had ever done for me.

That day I knew he was someone special and with him coming into my life things would never be the same. And they haven’t been. Two months into dating, I accepted a job offer in Saint Louis and the long distance relationship began. It hasn’t been easy but we have kept it going. As time passes I feel more and more at ease in sharing my life with someone again. I can tell he does too.

Love does indeed prevail. No matter the odds. If you just let go and let love.