Soulmates. Do you believe in soul mates? I never use to. I use to think many people are compatible with eachother.
That was until I met Matthew.
Now, I 100% believe in soulmates.
I believe in the romantic fairytales. I am a believer. Through and Through.
And in this post I am going to tell you my conversion story. my conversion to believing in soulmates.
We had been only dating for 2 weeks. It was still very new. very fresh. very untested.
Two weeks into dating I still felt a little awkard saying good night at my door- where I would nervously pat him on the
back as he was leaving as if I was one of his guy buddies..
(yes its true. i did. i shake my head in shame as well).
My family was getting together at my brothers house on a Sunday.
I was rather nervous bringing him out there. I knew they would love him, but
it is ALWAYS nerve wracking when ‘The Family’ meets ‘The Newbie’.
We ate food, laughed, played games. It really could not go any better. Life was grand.
Until something I ate was not sitting well in my stomach. I decided to not play the next round of games and just layed on the couch on my back.
Ohhh boy. I was not feeling good.
Matt decided to take me home (back to edmonton),
and while driving I couldnt get comfortable. My stomache ached soo badly.
And then it happened.
I tried to signal to him to pull over ASAP!!! I couldnt hold it anymore…
He reaches over to try to unroll my window (while attempting to pull over)….
I couldn’t ‘control’ it anymore… there it went. all over his arm.
I couldnt let him see me hurl. I mean… how embarrassing… !
so I turn away and hurl on the car door.
We’re finally pulled over on the side of the road. I break away from the car
as soon as possible and hurled like it was nobodies business.
FINALLY my stomache was empty. I walk towards him on the side of the road all shakey.
I told him that I need water because the taste in my mouth
is not very pleasant. He opens the trunk and grabs me a water bottle.
I washed out my mouth and felt some-what human again.
He told me that i may or may not want to take off my pants…. I was shocked…
‘ahem… what did you say?? in this kind of moment that is what….” I was interupted by a pointing hand.
The hand pointing to my pants that were drenched… and i mean drenched in you – know- what.
He also grabs a blanket in from the trunk and holds up the blanket as I am taking off my pants..
He knew how embarrassing this whole ordeal was for me. and wrapped first in the blanket then his arms.
There we were, on the side of the road..
Headlights were constantly whizzing by. It was so ‘romantic’. I mean- considering the circumstance…
And then he said ‘ oh no…’ . my heart skips a beat… ‘what?? what is it??”
He looks at me with a sincere face and says, ‘ you have vomit in your hair’…
at this point I could barely look at him. My face when bright. BRIGHT. red.
He grabs another water bottle and begins washing out my hair. on the side of the road. at night.
On the drive home, I am still mortified. it had only been 2 weeks of dating…
We had to drive in this contaminated car for another 1/2 hour. Home seemed so far away at this point.
I look at him and I see him slowly unrolling the window…
me: ‘ What are you doing?? Is the smell that awful??(said in a very quiet, embarassed tone.)
matt: ‘ ooh what? ohh no… I was just wanting to catch the temperature outside (windows begins to roll
back up)..Infact, I was just thinking to it smells like roses and summer time in here.’
liar. but a sweet, kind, thoughtful liar.
I was sure he was going to break up with me the next day(heck I would have!).
but he didnt.
he brought me my favorite Organic juice.
That is when I knew it. That is when I knew he was in for the long haul.
The moment he picked vomit out of my hair.
The moment he brought the juice.
the moment he said it smelled like summer and roses. and I almost believed him.
That is when I knew.
That is when I believed in soulmates.