Wednesday, April 10, 2013

One of THOSE girls...

To continue on with the LOVE STORY...
I finished up my semester at school on the first week of December 2010. Andrew would be coming home for two weeks and we were texting each other with plans to meet soon after he arrived.
I decided I would like like to spend some time with my dad's family and moved down to Blackfoot for a few months, as I wouldn't be back in school until May of 2011. I would spend my time working at one of my favorite Blackfoot restaurants, Melina's, and because of my work schedule, finding time to meet Andrew was difficult. We had decided we would meet in Idaho Falls and go bowling. It was December 23rd, and I wasn't sure when I would see him again because our families wanted us home for Christmas.
I don't know if what we were doing was a date, or just two friends meeting to 'hang out' but our plan to bowl failed when we found that there were leagues that night. Much to my chagrin, we opted for a movie night instead. (I feel movies block the chance of getting to know someone) When we finally got across town to the theater, the only movie we were interested in was The Voyage of the Dawn Treader from CS Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. The movie was in 3D. I think movies are overpriced when they are 2D and 3D is absolutely outrageous. Needless to say I felt bad when I realized how much it would cost, but Andrew insisted on paying for me. (As I said, I still wasn't sure that this was a date... I would be more clear on that matter before the night was over!)
Have you ever played pinkie-tag?
Well, if you don't know what I'm talking about, let me tell you that very shortly into the movie I noticed Andrew had left the arm rest between our seats up... and his hand was resting on his thigh...
I took this as an opportunity to have some fun. :-)
I put my hands down in my lap and watched as moment, after moment, his hand slowly moved closer to my leg. (I think it is strange that he had the nerve to squeeze my knee-cap so easily before, but going for my hand was talking him forever... I decided I should give him some sign that it would be OK if he wanted to hold my hand. I put both hands down at my sides on the seat of my chair. Like clockwork, Andrew's hand moved even closer, until our pinkies touched... at this point I think he lost some nerve and pulled away some.
(If you asked me today what the movie was about, I wouldn't be able to tell you anything but the ending... I love what Aslan says at the end of that movie...)
Well, this went on for about ten minutes, when suddenly he grabbed my hand and clasped it to his own.
Then we made eye contact and Handel's Hallelujah Chorus started playing while I got the stupidest cheesy grin on my face. I was finally able to pay attention to what was actually happening on screen!
After the movie, we went to Baskin Robbins. Working that evening was the sweetest man. He was just funny and very kind, and made sure that our ice cream experience was a great one. We hadn't noticed until he pointed out, but we were both wearing the same color green with black jackets and blue jeans. We laughed about it that night, but as time went on we would often dress alike without planning it. I thought that was so strange.
I loved driving around town with Andrew because he was so easy to talk to. I found that time flew by when we were together and the night was over before I knew it. He took me back to my car at the bowling alley, but we still sat and talked for about three hours. It had been so long since we had seen each other, there was plenty to talk about.
Finally, Andrew walked me to the door of my car and gave me a hug before I left. What happened next came as such a surprise to me I thought I was going crazy. I suddenly had the strongest urge to kiss him, and as we had just hugged, we were standing very close together. I had no idea what had possessed me, but I reached up and gave him a small, quick peck on the lips. I smiled, then turned and hopped into my car as I told him to call me and we could meet up the next week. He smiled back and walked to his pickup...
(Now I just have to say that the kiss was NOT planned by any means. I had kissed so few boys, you could count them on one hand. Also, the boys that I had kissed I had always been dating for a while before we kissed. I was not the type of girl who would ever kiss a guy on the first date, but driving away that night, I felt that I had done the right thing, and I couldn't wait to see him again!)

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