Shrimp on the Barbie

Brian and I celebrated the Fourth of July last night by making shish kebobs (sp?) and watching a couple more episodes of "Lost." Such a simple yet pleasant evening. We started out by doing some grocery shopping. It was our first time. When Brian leaned in to give me a smooch at one point, some random guy says something - teasingly - about just having broken up and not wanting to see love in the supermarket. Then, he spontaneously says, "I'm getting a good vibe from you; I'm sure you'll be fine," or something pretty close to that.

This unsolicited comment reflects my feelings about Brian. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm some 16-yr-old with a crush who is unable or unwilling to see whatever needs to be seen. We're talking about things, figuring them out if necessary, dreaming and hoping.

We haven't had our first argument yet. Things have been going so well that it's unsettling to think that we'll get in to an argument at some point. I wonder what it'll be about? I wonder if I should look forward to it? I mean, the scariest part of disagreement and confrontation is usually that it will push the other person away, irretrievably, right? But Brian and I, although we've only had a couple of "bumps" in the road, have directly confronted them, and worked at it until we reached agreement. Neither one of us has remotely even considered walking away. So really, there's nothing to fear, and maybe there's even something to look forward to, in the sense of our relationship deepening and growing to include disagreement and reconciliation. I mean, we'd have to find ways to make it up to each other. he he he.