Thursday, February 9, 2012

First Date

Welcome to day three! All my "stories" are especially written for this event straight from my own memories and are not excerpts as has been hinted in comments.  Hope you enjoy.

First Date

 He walked me to my car and invited me to go home with him.  "I'm not that kind of person," I declared, wishing I was.  Instead, I wrote my phone number on my business card and gave it to him.  He promised to call.

While driving home, I listened to that annoying little voice that usually gives me the wrong advice, telling me he wouldn't call.  Clearly his interest was only in sex, and he'd move on to a woman who wouldn't turn him away.  I convinced myself him calling was only a pipe dream (and I'd missed out on the pipe :)

Despite being up late on a Sunday, I worked on Monday and thought about 'him' all day.  After spending only a few hours with him at the single's dance, I felt as though I'd found the lost slipper I'd been looking know that other comfortable shoe.  I kept tamping down any hope that I'd hear from him, and I went home determined not to sit by the phone all night.

What did I do?  I went home and sat by the phone.  Of course, I lived in a small apartment so the phone was pretty near wherever I sat.  Around 6:30, it rang.  I expected to hear anyone, but 'him.'  

"Hello, remember me?"

"Of course I remember you.  I'm not so old that I'm senile yet."

We shared a laugh.

After we made small talk, and he invited me go to a classic car show in Tahoe with him, I knew I couldn't wait a whole three weeks to see him.  

"Would you like to come for dinner on Wednesday?"

"Sure.  What time?"

I'd done it...I asked him out...or 'in' as the case may be, but at least we'd agreed to see one another.  I swear the clock that passes time had a broken hand.  Wednesday took a week to arrive, and I hurried home after work, trying to decide what to make.  I hate cooking, so I knew it wasn't going to be anything exciting.  Sandwiches sounded nice, easy and not time consuming...and how wrong could I go with ham and cheese?  If I wanted to woo him with my cooking skills, this definitely wasn't the way to do it, but...

I had the the tomatoes sliced, the lettuce leaves ready, fresh bread in the cupboard, and ham and cheese in the fridge.  Chips, of course.  I'm no Julia Childs, so why put on airs? Sandwiches go well on paper plates, don't they?

I'd changed into something casual, freshened my makeup and cologne, and tried not to stand at the window and watch for him.  I was as successful at avoiding that as I was sitting by the phone earlier in the week.  Finally, I spied him driving into the lot.  Squinting through the blinds, I watched him get out of the truck, and in his hand, he carried a bouquet of pink carnations.  My favorite...but he didn't know that.  Must have been Karma.

To shorten a long, non eventful evening, we ate, talked, talked some more, laughed, held hands, and thoroughly enjoyed each others company.  As the hour grew later, I kept checking my watch, knowing that 5:00 a.m. wasn't far off and I needed to get to bed.  My job at the university was pretty demanding, and falling asleep on my desk was not an option.  If administration hadn't turned the ladies lounge into a "mother's nursing room", I could have sneaked in and stretched out on the cot as I had done at lunchtime on a few occasions, but...

Around 12:30, I finally couldn't stifle my yawns anymore.  "Oh," I said, stretching my arms over my head.  "I hate to call an end to this, but I have to get up early."

He cocked his head and looked at me with a raised brow.  "I didn't drive all this way to turn around and go home."

"All this way?"  I raised my own brow.   "I'm assuming you came by car and not wagon train." 

Was he kidding, he'd driven over the Yolo causeway from Sacramento, not from New York.

"I don't have to work tomorrow." He said, his chest inflated.  "I'm on worker's comp for hand surgery."  He showed me a pretty well-healed scar on his wrist.  "So, we might as well hit the hay."

AWWWWKWAAARD!  With no prior experience in booting someone out, I shrugged and pointed to the bedroom.  I suppose if I hadn't felt such a connection with him, showing him the door would have come naturally, but why start listening to that little voice in my head now.  I hadn't gone home with him the first night, like he asked, so maybe I earned a little respect, but I had a pretty certain feeling, I was about to earn a whole lot more, but for an entirely different reason.  For thirty-two years, I'd worn the same old shoes...Momma was about to try on a new pair.  Do you get my drift?

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diannehartsock said...

Hubba hubba! How cute. I hoped you enjoyed your night. Are you still with this 'certain someone?' Oh, probably not my business! I'm a hopeless romantic, though, so I'll dream you are. :)

Danielle Ravencraft said...

Ooo loved this! I'm with Dianne, I want to know how this story ends and I'm hoping we'll find out as the blog hop continues. :)

You're a star, Ginger.

Wendy said...

As you say this is written from memory, but to the reader this is certainly novel material. I hope you continue with it.

gail roughton branan said...

Oh, honey! I knew full well who the cowboy boots belonged to. I still maintain a lot of it was the cowboy boots!

Ginger Simpson said...

Diane....yep, just celebrated our 15th anniversary on August 1st.

Ginger Simpson said...

Thanks, Wendy. You're too kind.

Ginger Simpson said...

You're had to have been those Cowboy boots. This was about the time that country music and line dancing was all the rage. I think I had a bumper sticker on my car that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts." *lol* If I recall, after we started really dating and went to dances, Kelly used to pull up a stool and just watch me. Said he loved the way I moved. Wonder if he still feels that way now that I'm old and stiff. *lol*

Ginger Simpson said...

Guess you'll just have to keep stopping by to find out. Thanks for starting this inspirational event. I've had the best time traveling down memory lane.

Sharon Hamilton said...

You really hooked me! Awesome post, Ginger. I can totally relate. And you are going to be so mean and make me wait, just like you probably did to him?

I like your new pair of shoes earned after 32 years of living. Nice sensible shoes, too. Ones that are good for living in, not just a pretty package.

Brava, my friend. I think I may have found my favorite of the day!

Catherine Lee said...

OOOOHHHH...What happens next? Can't wait to know more!

Even though it was OH so many years ago, I still remember my first official date with my hubby. I never imagined we'd still be together almost 25 years later!

catherinelee100 at gmail dot com

Renald said...

I really didn't wait around for a guy to call, I went out and had fun. If a guy didn't call to make plans with me ,I went out with the girls. Life's too short.DebP

Anonymous said...

My first "date" with my now husband was when he came to dinner at my cousin's house. This was after not seeing each other since high school (7 years). Date 2: he took myself, my cousin and her husband out to dinner. That was pretty much it until he showed up 5 months later, on the other side of the world and asked me to marry him. Must have been right, we will be celebrating our 40th anniversary this year.

librarypat AT comcast DOT net

College Dating said...

I am pretty sure both of you enjoyed! I'm happy for the both of you. :)

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