  While yesterday was a day full of meetings and Orientation, today is much calmer. I can actually blog without feeling guilty at work. So this last weekend that passed was definitely memorable, both for my bf and I and for myself. Let's start with Jorge and I. Friday, I met his parents for the first time, as well as some family that was visiting from Taiwan. After picking them up at SFO, I drove them back to Fremont, where his parents greeted us as we drove into their driveway. What a way to meet parents right?
At least they were distracted from the actual act of it, since they were anxiously awaiting the family members from Taiwan. As we made it into the house, Jorge's mom starts flagging me down to look at a picture of Jorge as a baby. Awww, he was soooo cute! (not as chubby as I was though! ) We all decided to grab some dinner nearby, where I sat and just absorbed it all. Sometimes I wish the whole world spoke the same language.
(Then there's times I'm ecstatic I can say something in another language and have no one understand me but the person I'm speaking to. ha ha) Anyway, based on such a short visit, I now know where Jorge gets his gentle, caring nature. Sunday was our 1 month celebration, even though it was technically Monday (the 28th). After I lagged a ton getting ready for dinner, we were finally off to urlLink Tommy Toy's for dinner and can i just tell you how fantastic dinner was... I almost had to be carried out because I ate so much. They have something they call their urlLink "Signature Dinner Menu" that Jorge ordered for the both of us with foie gras added to it as an appetizer.
Oh gawd! It was practically orgasmic! So by the time dinner was over, we were in a rush to head to the Orpheum Theatre to see urlLink Phantom of the Opera . It was Jorge's favorite broadway show and it was my first time seeing it. True love in the end does conquer all. I teared in the end, almost cried I should say.
It was beautiful and I couldn't see myself with anyone else. That brings me to why this weekend was so memorable for myself. For such a long time, I always thought I was going to grow old by myself. After failed relationships and trying so hard, I just gave up. I stopped looking for love and I accepted the fact that if I never fell in love with someone so deeply to marry him, then I wouldn't marry. I wouldn't settle for anything less than that.
I even told my parents I didn't think they were going to have any grandchildren from me, because I really imagined being on my own. I loved having my friends and they were enough for me to be happy. I remember specifically in church one day. I prayed to God, telling him that whatever he planned for me, I was okay with. If he thought it was right for me, I'd trust his judgement and not question it. It was the same thing I prayed for when I was job hunting.
I left my whole life up to him and stopped questioning my shortcomings. This weekend, I said something to Jorge I never imagined saying to someone. I imagined a life with him and growing old with him. (I'm getting emotional just writing this. ) I let all traces of my wall down and I gave him everything I had. I have never ever felt so connected to someone ever.
Everything I ever questioned or doubted in myself, I let go of, and he accepted me and loved me in return for everything I am. This is how it should be. This is my fairy tale happening in real time. 
