I realize this may not be the most interesting thing to a lot of you, but it's what I'm doing right now, and since I haven't posted in a while, I feel like I should, and this is as good as anything else I could do right now. I'm making a photobook on Shutterfly for Bruce, to give to him on sweetest day. (Which is a holiday I vehemently oppose... It's a freaking manufactured holiday because there was a downward trend in sales one year... It's a Hallmark holiday... But, Bruce likes the idea, so, I'll participate.)
Anyhow, It's a book of the time we've been dating, and how we came to be dating. And this is a couple pages worth of writing I've done in it... Feel free to tell me if it sucks.
"So, how did we start dating?
There was the
possibility that I was going to move away I told you about it, and the next
day, we were hanging out, just doing
what we usually did. We got food, we saw a movie, and then on the way back, you
told me you wanted to date me. I was shocked. You were my best friend. You knew
how weird I was, and why in the world would you want to date me? However I did
like you, and we got along very well.
Unfortunately I was
in another relationship, and even though it wasn't going well, I couldn't just
jump ship. So, we agreed that if in the future, if we were both single, and
interested in each other still, we'd give it a shot.
One week later, we
went to the Maker's Faire at the Henry
Ford Museum.
Emily came with us, just to keep things from being awkward. Not that they
weren't. I tried to set you up with jailbait, you flirted with a robotics team.
For the rest of the
summer I tried to set you up with various friends of mine, and it didn't work
out... But as it turns out, that was for the best.
Our first date was Thursday, December 27th 2012. I remember
being ridiculously nervous beforehand. The night before Amanda came over and
helped me pick out an outfit. I actually spent about an hour getting ready
beforehand... I even did my hair. (Which is a rarity as you well know.) I must
have texted Amanda thirty times in the 2 hours before our date... She kept
reassuring me everything would be fine, and that it would all work out.
I remember being so ridiculously nervous when you finally
picked me up, I felt so awkward. I remember giving you a super quick hug hello,
and then thinking 'Was that ok? Should I have hugged him longer? Should I have
not hugged him? What the hell am I doing????'
On the way to
dinner I think we talked a bit, but I don't really remember... I do remember
thinking about how we were best friends and now we were on a date and if things
didn't work, could we still be friends, and so on and so forth. When we got to
the restaurant we started talking more, and then things got awkward again,
because we already knew all of the things about each other that you would
normally find out on a first date. Then we talked about how we didn't really
have anything to talk about, because we knew everything about each other, and
bitching about our significant others was off the table, because we didn't have
any...
After dinner when
we were walking back to your car, I remember you looking at me and saying
something along the lines of "One of us has to do something or this is
going nowhere" and sticking out your hand for me to hold. I recall feeling
anxious about it, and then somewhat giddy once our hands actually connected. It
wasn't as though we had never touched each other before, but this time was
different. I won't lie and say I felt some magical spark, but what I will say
is that I felt happy for the first time in a long time. While we were walking I
remember you enthusing about your new underwear, and how comfortable it was,
which made me laugh, and I recall thinking that maybe things wouldn't be so
awkward all the time. You opened the car door for me before walking around to
the other side and opening your own door. I remember being surprised because
nobody had done that for me before.
We headed to the
bowling alley, on the way I made fun of your projectile sports skills. You
however won, seeing as I hadn't played in 2 years... Which was the same amount
of time it had been since we had last gone bowling. (I will kick your ass if
you want to go again... I'm less rusty now.) "
That's all I have so far... It's about 2 solid pages of writing in the book. I'm planning to finish it this week... actually I have to... School's starting again... Urgh...
