Riiiiiiiiicooooo

Rico and I have a history.  A long and decorated history. 

Physically, he’s not what I would pick out of a crowd.  But, that’s the joy of getting to know someone in a completely platonic sense.  He, seriously, is what I would consider a perfect gentleman.  Perfect in every single way that matters.

After Cole and I broke up, Rico and I had a few moments.  They started as long glances in close quarters and slowly (ever so slowly) worked up to fully clothed make out sessions.  The first time we kissed, actually, was on Cole’s birthday the year I moved away from Sacramento.  It was heart stopping- and not just because Cole walked over to where we were right as we broke apart. 

And then I moved away.

We’ve kept in slight contact throughout the years (read: social media) but I have only seen him once or twice in the past three years.

 

I drove to Sacramento last weekend for his cousin’s wedding.  Originally, he was going to drive up with me (he’s living in LA for the time being) but ended up having to work Friday night, so he flew in Saturday morning, and I got to pick him up from the airport. 

Too excited to contain myself, I parked my car and went inside looking for him before he made his way outside.  As I made my way to him, and he turned and saw me, he dropped his bags, ran to me, wrapped his arms around me, picked me up, and didn’t let me go for a solid six seconds.  (His hugs are just as good as I remember.)

I dropped him off, went home and got ready, and vowed that I was going to make something happen at the wedding- no matter how small. 

When we showed up to the wedding, he was already there, we rolled down the windows to yell at him and a few of our other friends as we pulled up, but by the time we parked and walked over, he was taking family pictures.  We chit chatted with some of our other friends and made our way to the bar.  We ordered drinks, took a couple shots, and Rico walked up with his mom and little sister.  We ordered another round of drinks and then went to find our seats in the dining hall.  As we walked back out to join the party, we passed him again and he grabbed me around the waist, put a hand around my neck, kissed my cheek and told me I looked stunning.

 

After dinner, we were all outside and one of our friends was asking if she could marry Rico so she could adopt his mom and sister.  He agreed, but only if he could have sister wives because he wanted to marry me, too.

 

And then, as I was leaving, and saying my goodbyes, we hugged, he promised the next time he had two consecutive days off he’d come stay with me, and then kissed me goodbye.  It was beautiful.  And glorious.  And perfect.  

 

I’ve invited him to a birthday bbq I’m going to this weekend- Cross your fingers he can make it.