Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Calling all love stories: Undomestic Chica Part 2

Hi! It’s me again, Lindsay from Undomestic Chica. I know you’re all dying to find out what happened next in out love story. Where was I? Oh yeah, I came to the conclusion that B and Roomate were hooking up.
-You got the wrong impression. I was getting details about you.

But I didn’t know that. All I knew were you two talked quite a bit, laughed a lot and seemed to be pretty close.

One day in November, I went out for a co-workers birthday where he had a little too much to drink and told me he had a crush on me. Duh, he was constantly asking me to hang out. The next day at work, Roomate came up to me and said, “Dude, I’m your wing man.”

“What?” I looked at her confused. “Co-worker who got too drunk last night and who else?”

“B.” I was stunned. I had been kind of crushing on him this whole time and he had a crush on me?! No way. I, of course, had a big smile on my face. Roomate decided to play matchmaker when our company had a drawing for two pairs of Seahawks tickets and B won a pair! He’s off at noon every day so she called to let him know. She told him to ask me, but I remembered I was getting a deep peel that weekend and my face would be shedding like a snake - not the hottest look for a date.

About a week later, B finally asked me to hang out. He had seen on my myspace page that I had recently driven a golf cart (the guys I was with wouldn’t let me play)
-Didn’t we talk about that in the hall one day too? Before I asked you out we talked about whether or not you played?

Yes, and I told you the same thing: I was only allowed to drive the cart.
-And I said, that needs to change.

So we went to the driving range and dinner after. At dinner, B basically dominated the conversation but it was a nice change. It wasn’t quiet and awkward like most first dates. He told me his life story and about his family, asked me to tell him the story of one of my scars and he did that same. The scar thing really stuck out. It was an unusual first-date topic but I liked that he was kind of creative. Then the weirdest thing happened.
-Uh oh. What did I do?

I was talking about how much I suck at golf, but would get better because my Dad was getting me golf lessons for Christmas. He said, “Oh mine’s January 4th when’s yours?” Are you kidding me?! We have the same birthday. The rest of the night went fairly well. After a whole (shared) pitcher of beer, I was just about to ask B where the bathroom was when he said, “Well, I gotta get up early, ready to go?” Sure, I could hold it, it wouldn’t be too long until he dropped me off at my car and I was on my way home.

In B’s car, right before we were pulling into the driving range parking lot, B asked me about my peel. Finally, something I was comfortable with and knew a lot about. I could have gone on for a long time and my bladder was getting more and more full so abruptly I grabbed my leftovers, said thanks, and jumped out of the car.
-Yeah, ‘cause I made an attempt to give you a hug and I felt like I was blown off.

I really hade to use the bathroom!

On the way home, I did what all girls do: called a girlfriend and analyzed the date. I knew I left in a weird way, but I really had to pee. Once I had gotten home and gone to the bathroom, I texted him “Thank you, I had fun tonight.” I do not usually do that. I’m kind of old fashioned and make the guy do the chasing. I do not text first, call first or do anything first until we’re in a full-blown relationship. But I knew I had quite possibly blown it which is why I sent the text.
-And I thought what went wrong at the end because I thought it had gone really well and then I was blown off. I was like What the eff? That’s when I started talking to Roomate about what I did wrong.

A day or two later, I told Roomate my version of the date and that I would go out with him again if he asked. I am not normally so open about how I feel, but I knew Roomate would tell B. B waited another agonizing week until he texted me or mentioned us going out again.
-Yeah ‘cause I thought I had been blown off!

On our second date, we made Christmas cookies at his house. How cute is that?! I was still nervous of course, but things were more comfy. We hung out quite a bit and he was the perfect gentleman, in fact, it took him almost two weeks to kiss me!
-I was nervous. I didn’t think I could get someone like you. I get intimidated when it’s not related to work. I can talk to anyone at work or do anything at work but socially you’re intimidating. I’m just shy when it comes to that type of stuff.

That’s so funny. I’m not intimidating at all.
-Yeah, I know that now.

That December, after hanging out two or three times a week for three weeks, B told me I should go home and get clothes and come back. I decided to do as he asked. He was the perfect gentleman, he didn’t even make a move on me. Much to my surprise, there was about four inches of snow when I woke up! Seattle hardly ever gets snow and I can’t drive in it so I basically was stuck at B’s house for two weeks while we braved out the harshest winter Seattle had in a long time. I think B kept me there on purpose, but at least he was still a prefect gentleman J
-It was a good chance to get to know eachother. I know you were scared of driving in the snow and it was nice to come home to someone. But dinner was never on the table so you’ll have to work on that. Kidding! That was the big step though. After spending so much time together we were basically dating.

Way more than you wanted to know, huh? Well, that’s our story as the both of us see it. Our first date was December 2nd, 2008 and we’ve pretty much been together ever since. Thanks for reading and congratulations, Laura, I hope you‘re having an amazing time on your honeymoon!

1 comment:

Namine said...

what a wonderful story to tell. Love the making cookies on a second date!!