That Kind Of Woman

I think it was the rough catch of your voice. 

Maybe.

All I wanted was to open my mouth and say such pretty words you would understand how wonderful it was to just be there. 

Yes, there you were, just talking, about how men are statistically more colorblind then women and that women could also possibly see hundreds of more colors then men.

It was our first conversation alone, in person. All the nights on the phone, video chats, type through the computer screen were about ourselves, sharing information. 

I remember thinking “How bizarre but completely interesting” that you chose that topic out of all the topics in the world. I remember what I wore, how we sat.

I remember how much you would squint those first days we spent together. Later, meeting your parents understanding how much you hate contacts, your mother told me to try and convince you they were easier. 

I remember the first time we held hands. My mother was in the front seat of the car, she had insisted, after a friend had backed out, that she come to the airport with me to pick you up. She was asking you so many questions. I was in shock you were real. I still kind of am every time you come around the corner or into sight. Like the months we don’t see each other would make you unreal again. I just reached out and took your hand squeezing it. 

I remember how wonderful it was. I hope to see you soon. 

Your kind of woman,

Katharine

(Source: thatkindofwoman)

Sent the gent a mac photobooth photo of the two of us. This is what happens when you like someone over the internet, long distance you find ways to be adorable, but just come off nerdy. He may surprise me with a visit in April. I can only hope. :)

The gentleman and I are sitting here on the coach enjoying some tunes and the last moments before I leave. These past couple days, as you all can tell, have been wonderful.

I want to thank you all for being a part of not only TKoW, and my life, but the beginning of this wonderful thing with the gent. I can only say thank you because I am so grateful.

-Kat

He either has to deal with my constant stream of conversation (asking questions, rambling, overall excitement) . My inability not to point out dog breeds and their adorableness. Or my oogling the eclectic outfits of the people in the city.

Or, all three.