Betcha' can't guess what happened! Na, you probably have... But! Before I confirm or deny your suspicions and assertations I shall simply tell it to you as it unfolded. (There has to be some element of surprise or it'd be no fun!)
Here's the weekend as it unfolded:
Friday: I met him for vespers: nothing exciting or monumental, just interaction. He then lent me his laptop to try and Skype with my friend in Taiwan. However, I didn't get any sleep Friday night because I was paranoid that I'd miss hearing her come online. Was that ever a long night. In the end though, she didn't come online and when she did the rest of the weekend I was gone! So aggravating!
Sabbath: went to Sabbath School with him; which for me was a first in a veeeery long time. It has probably been over six months since I've gone! Perhaps he's a good influence on me? We'll see, more on that later. Then we went to second service at the University Church. After which, we invited ourselves over to a friend's house for lunch. That was very nice and relaxing and then we went out to a park with a big group of people and played ultimate Frisbee. Way fun! I have never played it before and it is definitely addicting. After this, I went home and tried to take a nap. Wasn't successful but, was able to catch up with one of my best friends and fill her in on all of the juicy details of the recent happenings in my "love life".
Side Note: She has a boyfriend now! A whole separate story in its self but, suffice it to say that she has a wonderfully unique personality that is the type you could see being perfectly happy single all her life and yet, on the other hand, making a wonderful wife and mother. They have known each other for 3 years already So, they're most likely going to be married but, it will still be a year and a half or so.. I'm so happy for her! He's just right for her!
Sabbath Evening: We went swing dancing over at some friend's house. It was alright. Honestly, I was disappointed in it. Not in him, just in the gentlemen that put on the event. The one is micro-managing/control freak the other, follows along and doesn't know how to look at another way of doing things. The first, we shall call him "MV", lead the event. The second, whom we'll call "ZF", was MV's back up in teaching the newbie's the steps. Now, the gentleman I have been hanging out with has already taken Ballroom dancing. He isn't foreign to the concept of dancing and leading. He simply hasn't swing danced and so has to learn the steps. This doesn't bother me at all. It was that Mr. MV had to micro-control how a person learned the steps. He doesn't take into account how a person learns simply that, he has determined the "best way" and there by everyone else must follow course. He then proceeded to keep bugging me the rest of the night till quite frankly, I was mad. So, my evening swing dancing ended up being stressful and repetitive. I was so looking forward to it too! I haven't been able to dance for well over a year and dancing is so relaxing for me and then all I leave with is stress and anger. He just kept pushing my buttons left and right! It was infuriating! I was trying so hard to not be ticked off but, men who do that drive me up the wall. Also, MV & ZF had said that there was going to be switching of partners and there wasn't any! Ah well, not everything can be perfect. Besides, I'm getting off track and the point of all of this isn't to talk about some stupid control freak.
I am realizing that I need to come up with a name for this "man" in my life. Question is: how do I come up with a name that fits him that well, isn't his name?! I really like his name! Speaking of names…Can you keep a secret? I had a huge crush in the first grade on this older boy whose name is the same as this gentleman's. Since then, I have always found that name incredibly sexy and manly and thought it would be way cool to date a man with that name. Well now, I just may have my chance. But, I'm getting ahead of myself…
After swing dancing we went to my place and watched the Sherlock Holmes movie that came out. It was so much fun watching it with him because he enjoys talking during a movie. After which we talked till 2am….
Sunday: This is when the "real" stuff started happening. Real meaning: that it was our first serious date and my first Valentine's date. He bought me a dozen red roses in a beautiful red vase! They were gorgeous. He said that I looked amazing; the food was wonderful; the atmosphere perfect; the conversation refreshingly diverse; and the company charming and ever so much a gentleman. He made me feel like such a beautiful lady! One thing was rather humorous however; I'm coming to the discovery that when he's either tired or nervous he talks a lot. It's ok to a point but, I really like to talk too! We'll have to see about that one. After the meal we went and grabbed a movie and went to my place. We watched 500 Days of Summer and was that ever an ironic movie to watch after a first date! I don't recommend it unless you're ok with watching a movie which strongly demonstrates Attachment Disorders.
I have found his name! It will be: Edmond. Meaning: prosperous protector. Or it could be interchangeably, Esmond: gracious or handsome protector. They both work. I just don't like how the word Esmond rolls off the tongue. Edmond is so much smoother. Now that we have that taken care of, back to the "happen'ns".
After the movie we continued talking and didn't finish till 3am. Ugh. It was nice, don't get me wrong but, we had to wakeup by 7 the next morning to be ready to go boarding by 8.
Monday: I was so wiped that morning! I tried to sleep on the way there but, his friends and his brothers were having quite entertaining conversations and I couldn't tune them out.
The slopes weren't too bad. It was snowy and rainy for a bit in the morning but, then it cleared off and we had a beautiful rest of the day. The snow its self wasn't too bad though, by the end of the day it started to get a little slushy. The guys of course were all better then I, though I was able to impress Edmond by the fact that I could keep up with them. I myself was surprised by that! He had asked me how good I was and I said that I wasn't that good because I haven't been able to board consistently or often. Plus, I am self-taught and it took me several trips to realize and be told that you don't have to ride on the flat of your board! So, needless to say, I haven't considered myself all that great. Edmond of course wanted to make me feel good because I was able to keep up with them just fine but, he can do jumps and twists and all sorts of things and I can barely do a slight hop! But! I did go down a Black Diamond for the first time ever! I am quite proud of myself. I was nervous as hell but, since I was boarding with only guys I figured I couldn't be wimpy and so just concentrated on getting down the mountain. Mind over matter. I did take a pretty good spill though. My bindings were crap and we had gotten them to stick before but, at the top of the mountain they decided to not hold anymore. So, we decided that we needed to get them changed right away and not wait for lunch. Problem: I'm at the top. New bindings: at the bottom. I decided that the sooner I got down the sooner I got them fixed so I'd just bomb the hill. However, the run we took had a major switchback in it. I decided to try a hard tight turn around it but, my back end didn't agree. I tried turning, it stayed straight. I caught my edge and went head over heels tumbling and doing all sorts of crazy twists over the edge of the switch back. I'm so glad that there was that edge because there weren't any trees and it couldn't be groomed so it was wonderfully semi-soft snow. Though I did manage to plunge face first into it and came out with a numb jaw and lips. I discovered later that I also managed to get some nice whiplash as well. The reason I crashed was because my binding had completely come off and hence, no way of turning my back end. I finished the run rather shakily but, made it down and turned in my murderous bindings. Perhaps I should have sued…
The guys were all perfect gentlemen the whole day. For the first half it would take at least 5min each time to put my binding on since it wouldn't stick. Then, they insisted on waiting while I rested up after my fall and then decided to have an early lunch for me. Of course, Edmond stayed with me no matter what. One thing he doesn't lack is the ability to be a gentleman. He's caring and attentive but, not smothering or controlling. I would quickly notice either one since, I am highly independent and it would drive me nuts!
Well, the evening and the weekend was ended by the group eating out at a Mexican restaurant. Edmond & I wound up back at my place exchanging much needed back rubs; he, having landed hard on his tail bone, and I having landed hard all over. There was also a brief exchange of a lip massage… brief mind you.
And that, my dear reader, is the end of my Valentines Weekend.
I hope I didn't bore you out of your mind with everything. I just have to savor every bit of it. For, weekends like that come only once in a life time. Remember:
"Every moment is different, and never comes again; so each must be savored, for life to truly be lived."
Tuesday Night: He asked me to be his girlfriend. I said -with a long pause- "Yes".
(stay tuned for the deeper thoughts...)
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