The ‘someday’ came about pretty soon after.
This gentleman was kind and thoughtful. A little clueless and shy at times, but he had a good heart.
But that was it. None of that ‘butterfly in stomach’ inducing happiness, no rom-com type scenarios and no actual heart-stopping excitement.
We had known each other for about 4 months before our merger (more on that later). Over the course of this time, it was the sort of ‘say hi and bye when we cross paths along the corridors’ kind of friendship which developed into ‘mind if I join you all at the table for your meal’ kind of friendship, which then blossomed into a ‘it’s 3am, who’s hungry and wants to go to the 24h supermarket’ kind of friendship.
It culminated into an evening where we went to watch a movie. Up until this point, I didn’t think it was a date or anything. I felt… comfortable. After all, we were dorm friends and just.. hangin’ out.
At the end of the evening, it was perhaps my first Charlotte moment. He declares, in almost Mr Collins fashion:
‘I am a ‘one girlfriend = one wife’ kind of guy.’
Bam. There. Matter of fact. To the point. Collins-speak for ‘we just went on our first ‘date’ = we are definitely going to spend the rest of our lives together.’
“Sure. That makes sense.” I replied. No further thinking. No considerations. I agreed. Charlotte-speak for ‘I came to tell you the news Lizzie, Mr Collins and I are engaged.’
It felt like two companies that decided to merge so that both organizations would survive in the age of globalisation (aka ticking off the ‘things to do so as to avoid onslaught from overbearing parents and achievements to unlock to successfully ‘adult’.)
We were just short of shaking hands, followed by a formal bow to thank each other for the wise decision and the effort that we were going to put in from now on.
Thus began our… merger.