My New Guy

So…

Two Saturdays ago I went to my massage therapist’s office for an 11 o’clock. I was hungover and extra chatty. So much so that I had my therapist cracking up the whole time. I also shared with him that his boss, Mariana, had gone to Berklee (that part he knew), and that I had discovered a music video of hers after she invited me to connect on LinkedIn about three years ago.

First thing he does after the massage is go out to the desk, finds the video, and puts it on the speakers. Mariana bursts out of her office going “What are you listening to?! Turn that off! What are you doing?! I’m leaving.” “Are you coming back?” he says. “Nope!” she says as she walks out the door and doesn’t look back.

So I’m there, loopy from my massage and sitting in one of their comfy chairs. I make some tea and decide to chill out for a while. Soon another massage therapist comes in. His name is Joey, and he’s Puerto Rican / Salvadorian. I’m still in my happy and hungover mood and we start cracking each other up. He says that if I wait 3 hours, he’ll go get a drink with me. I call him an enabler, and my massage therapist (Dan) comes in and says, “Yep, he totally is.”

I’m not planning on staying, but the more time goes on, the more I’m enjoying the comedy before me. Clients come and go, and therapists stroll through cracking jokes.

So I end up waiting until 4pm when Joey is off. We go to the cantina nearby. Dan is off an hour later, and when he comes in we’re laughing like crazy. He joins in.

Anyway, we had a great time there. It was still early, around 7, and we take leave of each other. Dan and Joey live together and they head home. I’m invited to New Years Eve for a small party at their house.

I figure that will be a good way to ring in the new year, by laughing my ass off.

I go, and it’s a great night. We play Cards Against Humanity and some other games. I drink a little, but don’t get crazy. I spend the night in Joey’s bed with his friend on the couch next to us.

I don’t leave for another day and a half, and only go home to shower on Tuesday morning.

I took him to dinner for my birthday on Saturday, which didn’t end great. I got drunk and mad. But then I spent yesterday with him. I met his son, and we get along great.

I’ve known this man for a week and it feels pretty damn fast (because it is).

Yesterday Joey's son told him to give me a scorpion ring. He put it on my finger and said it’s a special ring, to both of them.

So I’m like, married now?