Bex and [Almost] Sabotaging Relationships

I've met someone. As is typical in my life, the entire romance happened completely ass-backward, but for once, it seems that I've met someone who embraces my flaws and is willing to stick with me long enough to figure out just how I operate.

Ted and I met through mutual friends in February at a Bruce Springsteen cover band show. He's pretty rambunctious (read: loud) and I had been warned by friends that I may find him a little "much." We made it through that night with relatively little drama and/or interaction, which I guess prompted him to completely forget who I was when I met him again at a friend's graduation party in May. We spent most of that event completely hating each other as we played an extremely competitive game of volleyball (of course, we were on opposite teams). Apparently, even a vitriolic spat over volleyball was not enough to make Ted remember who I was. Two months later, while attending a party on the Cape, Ted walked up and introduced himself to me. For the third time. In six months. Are you serious? I was pissed.

In what I now realize is classic Ted, he spent the entire weekend trying to make it up to me. In what I've always known is true Rebes fashion, I pretty much did everything I could to push him away, including making fun of him when he (jokingly) proposed marriage, telling him to shut up when he told me how beautiful I was, and basically completely ignoring him. Thankfully, at the last possible moment, there was some drunken dancing in the basement of my friends' rented Cape house that showed me how completely in sync Ted and I were -- and how much fun I could potentially have with this kid. Alas, no numbers were exchanged because Ted, completely rationally, thought I despised him.

Cut to Monday morning. I am at work, thinking about what an idiot I am. I have been complaining for months about the shortage of attractive, funny, outgoing men in the Boston area. Finally, someone fitting that description shows an intense interest, and I tell him I hate him? Rebes, ftw. Just kidding. I had to do what any normal 20-something would do in this situation. I Facebook stalked him. And somehow this led to a date. Probably the best date of my life. Which led to another date (in which he drove into the fire hydrant next to my driveway, causing $4,000 worth of damage to his car). And now we've beend dating for more than a month. I have no idea where this is going, but I do know I'm having fun, I'm dating someone how actually pays attention to me, and I really hope I don't fuck this up.