His fingers were rough. Mine were too, but his were different. I'm not the kind to get sappy or anything, but when I felt calloused fingers try to interlock with mine I felt something in my chest. Guess he was right when he told me I was going to give him dumb nickname like 'Strummer boy' or something…
There was such a difference between the girls and Trent. They were soft on the outside but biting on the inside. He was soft on the inside, nothing but kindness in his heart. Instead of contracts and terms of service, I got a customized pocket knife for my birthday. He believed in me and saw me as somebody who could grow. I can safely say that I needed that to begin with.
I won't lie, the first few dates were hard. Going to a movie and seeing a guy waiting for you out there, bundled up in a huge scarf and one of those fancy looking peacoats. He was smiling and greeted me with a handshake the first time. It was nothing like seeing Courtney in her parka glaring at me for being a couple of minutes late. I was used to her though, to girls in general. Courtney and Gwen, the girls before them, they were what I was used to. Not a guy who was taller than me and had a strong grip. The idea of being attracted to him was hard at first, he asked me to take a chance on him at a Ridonculous Race wrap party that we were all invited to. I thought I was stupid to say yeah, but now I'm glad I did.
The feeling of being a freak for what we were doing didn't actually go away until the third date. I remember about halfway through he had his arm around me and I was cool with it. I think I finally realized that since I had agreed to go on two other dates with him that there was something there. He was goofy, but after super serious and angry, it was the change I needed.
The first kiss though, that was something. Dude waited until our sixth date and two months of whatever we'd been calling it at that point until he finally decided he could drive me to my apartment in Toronto and plant one on me. Even then he didn't seem sure. I think he thought I was going to punch him or something. Fortunately for him, I'd come to terms with my sexuality and the fact that his coat smelling like wood smoke and mint was a total turn on and not weird. If it were up to me there would have been a lot more than kissing that night, but sadly for me he had like...a heart instead of a boner or something. I learned about a month later that he had both, and I wasn't disappointed.
What I'm trying to say here, Is he's a dork and a wierdo and he made sure that I was comfortable every step of the way. I love him or something, and he was totally surprised when I told him a year in that I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't play that damn guitar for anybody else. So...I do. I love you dork.
That's all I have to say really, thanks for listening or whatever. Courtney and Gwen, totally wasn't trying to trash you or anything, and I think you two look great tonight. Strummer boy and I are going to have our first dance now, and I invite you all to join us.