Nine years ago, about right now (to the minute) I was driving home from the most confusing first-date of my life. It was "almost Valentine's Day". The day before when sad couples that can't get sitters; or even sadder couples that are cheating on one or both of their other parties go out for a "romantic" night. We met for dinner, we laughed and talked. He wore a ball cap the whole time (which totally turned me off) and it didn't look like he had shaved in a week. I on the other hand had shaved, had my hair done, bought new make up and a new outfit... My shoes were killer stilettos that KILLED my feet. He didn't seem to notice.
My back up "do you have an emergency" caller called and I told her no it was going great, I didn't have an emergency. After dinner we rode around town a little and ended up driving by my favorite night spot in town and I asked him if he wanted to go in for a little while. He said....... NO. NO?!? What the heck??? He said he better get back to pine hill (wherever that was). It was late (8:15) and he better not stay too long (uhmmmm... okay??). We said good night and I drove home.
Driving home, I'm thinking, "he's just not that into me. I'm a mature enough woman to see the signs. Obviously he wants something different." After many other excuses, I emailed him (yes, email, cause i'm a giant social chicken) the next day and told him we weren't going to work out. Nice knowing him and what not. I thought that was it, but a week later I couldn't find anyone to go out with on my birthday and I called him, what have I got to lose, right?!? Turns out he was ticked and he really did like me but he was just a gentleman and didn't think it was appropriate to stay out too late on a first date. After a little convincing on my part he agreed to see me again.
We met for the second first date at my favorite nightspot and he had shaved, he had his hair cut, no ball cap, and he had on nice clothes.... I on the other hand had not put a thought into what I had on except to appear as uncaring as humanly possible. We danced and laughed and talked and talked and the rest is history. I am so glad that I went to eat with him on Feb 13 and I am so glad that I was lonely on my birthday and called him back and convinced him to see me again! I love this man (it's Jason if you hadn't guessed) and will love him for many more almost valentine's days even if he doesn't shave (he hardly ever wears a ball cap though, I won that one).
So here we are, nine years later. He's putting in a movie for Emily (part of their nightly routine). He'll follow by saying "Ummm-Ummm! Muahhh! Love you Pumkin!" He'll then wait for her to fall asleep, cut off her night lights, lock all the doors and cut out the fifty lights that I left burning when I went to bed. He's tired, he's worked all day (most days) but he still has time for me too. I adore this man. I'm so glad he answered the phone on my birthday.
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