The Search for Labels

Knock, knock.

Who's there.

Reese.

Reese who?

Reese, FoxyLady's er.. um... "special friend"?

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So today is a milestone of sorts. Today is the one-month anniversary of our first date. We've both acknowledged it, and even though we're not celebrating it, we sort of are? We still don't call each other exclusive, as much as I want us to be.

(Although there was that conversation in the wee hours of the morning, where we both sleepily agreed to not date anyone else and just be together. I haven't mentioned it since because I figured she'd bring it up while conscious if it was real and not some symptom of fatigue.)

But I digress.

I would be happy to call her my girlfriend and be done with it. She has in the past referred to me as "her girl", "her special lady", "her significant other", "sexy mama" (uh wait, ignore that last one, it's a little yucky).

Don't even get me started on how many times I've heard her accidentally say "I love you." (It's 3 times if you must know.) We spend a lot of time together. I'm also aware of her issues and recent experiences and am trying to be patient and understanding. You must admit, this is all very confusing.

What do you call an anniversary that is not exactly an anniversary? What do you call a celebration that really isn't one? What do you call Reese when she babbles on like this?

Wait. Don't answer that. I already know.

Aside from the lack of labels, I'm happy. I should be content with that for now.