Let's Pretend

Hello Everyone:

A Thursday evening and all is well. My seems be getting better. It still hurts but little less so today. Maybe I can actually get some sleep tonight. Even the swelling has gone down. There's hope. I had an interesting message exchcange with the Brit BF today about a fantasy wedding. Silly isn't it?  We're not even engaged or had a proper date in two years and here we are planning a blow out reception. Actually, he's planning the blow out reception I just want something along the lines of a nice brunch following a registry office wedding. He's such a soccer fan that I joked about skipping the registry office and tying the knot centerfield of Old Trafford Stadium.  It's a lot of speculative fun. Kind of reminds of playing the same games with elementary school mates. I guess the thought of marrying him has crossed my mind. I dated this guy, an overgrown adolescent tech geek, who was picking out wedding dishes about a month into the relationship. Freaked me out. I just wasn't ready for that and I didn't think it would work out. I was right on the latter point.  Anyway, the Brit BF can sometimes be like a charging bull in the relationship shop. Full speed ahead, straight to I do. It can be overwhelming at times. I think he's learned to slow down a little. I could see myself making a life with him but I'll know more after I come back from the UK. One issue that could pose a problem is that we both want to have our own way.  The other issue is that I'm not the most verbose person in the world and I tend to keep things to myself. Maybe we can work through those and other issues but only time and therapy (?) will tell. In the meantime, it's all good fun.