After our first meeting, Marco was more than intrigued. He visited me a couple more times near my home, and we talked a lot on the phone, through e-mail, and over text messages on the cell phone he’d given me and paid for. At this point, we were still platonic and my small town was becoming very boring to this world traveler. Once he discovered that I had never been to the big city nearby, he was flabbergasted and planned an entire weekend for us!
Marco picked me up Friday evening and away we went. He first took me to his main home; it was beautiful and in a very desirable neighborhood. The large four-bedroom, three-bath house was somewhat empty from his recent divorce, but it was very nice. We talked for hours, while he cooked us a nice Italian meal. He cooked the best pasta. After dinner, he decided it was time for some sightseeing.
We rode his Ducati motorcycle around the city’s many views and neighborhoods. Because it wasn’t quite summer yet, we cut the trip short, but it left me wanting more. Once we returned to his home, he presented me with a small gift he purchased for me on his last trip. It was a small, but very beautiful necklace. I was shocked. It was around this time we decided to listen to some of his music and dance in his living room. This made him so happy because it reminded him of many good times before his divorce.
That night, we made love, snuggled, and slept together, and then made love again in the morning. We were inseparable after that, before any of the “perks” of our relationship really changed and kicked in, so to speak. Eventually, Marco asked me to come live with him while attending school. He also let me choose which of the two homes he owned in the city we would live in together. I thought, “He’s just still feeling good from last night, he doesn’t really mean it.”
I was ecstatic, but seriously hesitant, especially after rushing into things with my much older ex, Bryan. All of my family lives in the sticks, none have gone to school, and we were so very new to each other, but we were instantly attached. It was amazing, scary, and wonderful. My mom gave me this one nugget of advice after learning more about him and his offer: “Don’t let him go.” So, I didn’t.
As time passed, Marco decided it was time for me to learn how to drive. I had always wanted to learn, but my mom couldn’t teach me, my stepfather had no interest in teaching me, and my brothers all worked tirelessly and just didn’t have the time. So, Marco taught me to drive in his stick-shift car. He also helped me study and pass my driver’s test.
During those times, he had dinner with my family, bonded with my brothers over cars, and was securely planted with my family. It was at this time Marco bought me a brand new pickup truck. He wanted to make sure I could get around easily once we moved in together and he was away on business trips. I really couldn’t argue with that logic.
I finally felt comfortable enough to move in with Marco.