It was now mid-December, right at our two-month anniversary. We were killing it together. I was feeling things for Leah that I don’t remember ever feeling for Stacy. I was grown up now, knew what I wanted… I felt like I knew what real love was. And I was so close with her. So close.
Probably the only tough part about our relationship was that we were keeping it from our coworkers. We didn’t want the drama and inter-company dating gossip. But with the company Christmas party coming up, we figured that would be our coming out party. We’d go to that thing together and reveal that we were a couple. I felt like we were so solid after only two months. I thought this was going to be my first real, long-term relationship since Stacy.
She agreed that it was a good time to officially announce that we were together too… for the most part. You could tell that she was going to go along with it and not deny anything, but that she also wasn’t super motivated to make it public. It should have bothered me more than it did, but I thought little of it, mostly. I figured she just wasn’t looking forward to the gossip, like she had to deal with when she dated the other guy from work before we got together.