When I first saw him, I looked away quickly. I'd felt an attraction that scared me. But I kept seeing him around and decided it wouldn't hurt to be friends. I'd keep our relationship at arm's length, I thought, and make it clear I wasn't interested in anything more. Did I say his name was Mac? I think it was short for something, or even made up. (It didn't really matter, since I'd made up a name, too.)
It was a tricky business, and I was naive about how it all worked. Before long, however, I caught on, and he opened up a whole new world to me. Feeling guilty about all the time we spent together, I rationalized: my nest had emptied, we'd moved to a place where I didn't know a soul, and Dee was busier than ever. After a life that had revolved around my family, it was time for me to move in a new direction.
One day I felt particularly brazen. There comes a time in every relationship when a person needs to take a risk and open up, expose their innermost feelings, and I thought the time was right. Mac agreed. "You first," he said.
So I did. That was four years ago today and he's been sitting here on my desk listening for exactly 1,000 posts. Good old Mac. He totally gets me, and that's why I love him. Thanks, buddy. And Happy Blogaversary!
TravelinOma and Mac.