An “Interview” with the Stars of “The Date”
*taped in front of a live studio audience that is both deaf and lacks the ability to applaud*
Hey, it’s BroJo and I have some very special guests today… you wouldn’t believe it – they’ve been the talk of the blogosphere for the week – please welcome Jon and Kessabug
BroJo: So, I mean, it’s been all over the blog, how do you feel about your date coming to a close?
Jon: Well, I mean it is bittersweet – I enjoyed the time that we had together. It’s too bad she had to leave.
BroJo: Kessabug, everyone is dying to know, and the chick’s perspective is always better on these things – what happened Saturday night?
Kessabug: Ummm…. Well – Jon was tired – I could totally tell…
Jon: That’s sooooo not what happened!
BroJo: Well, we’ll let you guys sort that out- but in short – there wasn’t a kiss…
Both: *sigh* No.
BroJo: You still had another day – another chance – right?
Church was pretty normal. We had a talk from three different youth and one from a High Counsel member. After Sacrament Meeting the Gospel Doctrine teacher came up and introduced herself. She offered “You staying for my class? It’s super awesome…and I’m the teacher…so you know it’s great!” We stayed. It was awesome. She kept her hand wrapped around my arm for the entire class…and the Teacher noticed this. (And I was called out for an interview to receive yet another new calling.)
So, Jon didn’t really tell me to go to Relief Society – or even where it was. I figured that I would play it cool: first, I went to the water fountain and grabbed a quick drink. I spotted the bathroom next to it and went inside to ‘check my makeup’. Inside, I stood next to a lady who grabbed the hem of my skirt and said, “I just love it when people dress up and look so pretty – we don’t always get to wear clothes like these…” I have a job where I look like that most of the time, but I thanked her and moved on, she had mentioned me sitting with Jon, but I kinda ran out of there. Walking the short distance to RS room (who knew it was like right there!), I heard another sister point out to another that I was the girl sitting next to ‘that Jon’. She exclaimed that our kids would have the prettiest red hair. Actually in RS, I had a nice sister sit next to me, she soon asked to move to sit next to another less-active member – but she actually asked permission first. It was sweet. Through class, I got to answer some random whispered questions from about three directions. I met another nurse, I actually read something, and answered a question about another member (because the first sister mentioned her). RS was fun. Following, I ran into the Gospel Doctrine teacher who thought I skipped because she didn’t see me… I blend into the crowd – ya know; just one of those faces…
After RS, a few sisters asked if I was moving to the ward. I explained that I was only visiting someone, upon hearing it was Jon a few told me it was the perfect reason to move-plus, they’d love to have me. I broke my way into the hall. I wasn’t sure if Jon would be down the hall one way or in the chapel the other way. I talked to the Gospel Doctrine teacher. After our conversation (like meeting in February and marrying in September – no pressure!), she said ‘Found him!’ and pointed to Jon standing a few crowd people away from me. He was halfway standing in a room. A brother stated that he was going to be set apart for his new calling (figured that’s why he was called away during Sunday school). My plan was to ask him where he wanted me to wait while he did ‘his stuff’, but when I entered the room, another brother closed the door while explaining that I could leave. I took a seat across from the wife with kids (I was very uncomfortable). I listened quietly to the prayer. My heart was so full. I think I actually looked at Jon with different eyes following the setting a part of his other counselor (the guy who took his place).
BroJo: Now that church was done, what was the plan from there?
After church, we returned to his apartment. I knew I needed to leave (I had to work that night) but I just wasn’t quite ready to leave. It was a gorgeous day. I asked to go for a walk, he agreed.
She looked for her puppies leads. She couldn’t find them (I found them in my truck a few days later) so she kenneled the dogs and we were off. We started out with my hands in my pockets and her hand wrapped around mine. I felt very ungentlemanly, so I took my hand out of my pocket and grabbed hers. We strolled around for several blocks, me pointing out places where I used to live, old neighbors, where I went to school growing up, that old Jaycees Haunted House from 20 years before that was next door to my house…and scared the stuffing out of me.
It was a substantial walk. Longer than anticipated, maybe for the both of us…but is felt very short when it ended.
BroJo: Now for the really juicy stuff that everyone is dying to know – you had to say goodbye at some point – how did it go?
Well, she gathered her dogs and put them in the car, we were standing on the sidewalk. We shared a real hug and…
BroJo: Oh, sorry folks. We have run out of time. It was great meeting and working with both of you – we hope to hear more about your awesome adventures sometime in the future….
In the distance I could hear this bird while we were saying our goodbyes. To this day, I always wondered what that bird’s problem was. I mean all chirpy and stuff while we were talking and doing some stuff. I mean, it was still pretty cold. Didn’t little birdy have something else to do? Anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter; I stopped worrying about it as I was in my car and headed back home after a wonderful weekend with BroJo.
I think we stretched that out long enough. Wednesday I will start back to the normal routine with a post about 90′s music – a sort of rebuttal to Le Clown’s – and Friday we will have another Celebrity Blogger Interview.
You know what’s better than one cliffhanger….?
Here is The Date from Kessabug’s perspective. Enjoy! And I should mention that with her help I’ve surpassed 500 posts. Hot diggity. Here’s to 500 more.
When Mass ended, we went back to his mother’s house to get his car (yep, his mother left the dogs in her car during Mass – I’m just glad they didn’t destroy anything – this time). We said our goodbyes and then we were traveling back to the city (well, his city). I wrapped my arm around his during the ride. So…. We’re going sight-seeing, dinner, and a movie.
We got back and left the dogs at the hotel (after I promised I wouldn’t leave the dogs alone in the hotel). BroJo stopped for gas when I had pointed out I wasn’t wearing the right shoes for pushing (I really wasn’t trying to be mean – I just know that I showed up unexpectedly and was somewhat expensive if you weren’t planning on something like that).
My favorite movies are comedy – when I watch them. I don’t seem to like modern comedy much because there’s too much swearing, too much dirty humor. My next best bet is an action film where everything explodes. I’m not much of a romance person movie-wise (No Twilight!!). I really wanted to see the new Die Hard movie, but I think we decided against it because it was rated R. All the movies were either R, finished their showings for the day, or there was a cartoon (but I wasn’t about to suggest that for a first date), but that’s also where I got the number 9:15 in my head (for the cartoon). When he suggested we see Warm Bodies, I did give him a look. We had a discussion about Twilight, but then I ultimately agreed to see it.
So we were off to dinner (especially since we had like 2-2.5 hours until the movie). I figured he would take me to one of the BBQ restaurants his mother suggested (my favorite!) but he explained how far they were and I didn’t know. He asked about Mexican food, and I said that was fine – I was STARVING! (Plus, nothing says romance like beans and onions!)
We showed up at the Mexican place and I dart out of the car toward the nearest door (I was also freezing). When I noticed that the door was not an entrance (it was like the kitchen door or something), I turned around and BroJo asked me where I was going. I pointed to the door and he pointed to the other side of the building. I kinda hopped on over toward him and we went inside.
There was only the family that left, the workers, and the people behind (whom BroJo knew) in the entire restaurant. I knew I was in a little city, but hey, it was Saturday night!
The waiter brought over some chips and asked if we wanted hot or mild. I stared at BroJo to see what he would say (I figured we were sharing dip – don’t they usually only bring one??) but we both got our own! Then we sat in more awkward silence. This one wasn’t as bad as the last few. We found some stuff to talk about – mostly the missionaries, church, what we both thought of Mass, etc. Our food came. I had ordered some chicken and I asked if he wanted to try a piece (always thought it was customary to offer and he was paying for it and especially if he had never tried it to see if he would order it in the future – what can I say? I’m weird like that). I cut off a piece and was trying to hand my fork over to him when he simply opened his mouth. Okay…wasn’t quite expecting that- but we were surrounded by pretty red valentine’s day balloons and flowers, maybe he was caught up in the novelty of it all.
I just want to note that he would randomly stare at me in the middle of dinner. I knew he probably still wasn’t feeling the greatest and now he’s probably bordering on exhaustion. It’s nice to know now that he thought I was pretty. I thought he was busy thinking.
Dinner was over pretty quickly. I looked at the time and we had barely cleared an hour. I would’ve loved to have gone for a walk, but it was waaaaaaaayyy too cold. He asked what I wanted to do. I was like ‘I don’t know’. I probably should’ve researched the city a bit more.
“You wanna see the place where I volunteer sometimes?
“Sure” – what else could I say? “But first, can I borrow a jacket – my sweater is just way too cold”
So we left the restaurant. As we walked out to the car, I thought he had forgotten which car was his, or wasn’t paying attention or something because he walked over to my side of the car. I was a bit surprised when he opened my door, held out a hand to help me in, then closed my door. This was getting serious (that or he didn’t want me to wander off again).
We stopped by his apartment. He was starting to trust me as he left me in the car (Bark! Bark!) and left it running with the heat on. I was even more surprised when he returned and gave me the very jacket he was wearing (ok… AWWWWWW!!!!). It smelled like him (that’s a good thing!) and I snuggled into it.
As we were leaving for the volunteer place thingy, we passed his father’s house- which he pointed out as hey, that’s my father’s house. The poor little puppy was outside, so I asked to stop. I walked up to dog, petted her a bit, then she let me pick her up. This dumbfounded poor BroJo, but I was wearing his scent after all – so I couldn’t have been that bad, right?
His father was in the kitchen wearing open Simpson’s pajamas. BroJo and his father talked a bit, and I went for my first instinct – play with children or pets around. Founder was bringing a toy back and forth to me so I played with her awhile. As it was nearing 9:00, I started tugging on BroJo’s jacket, because I didn’t want him to be late for the movie (he told me he hates to be late [note I thought the movie was at 9:15]). We left and he said he still wanted to go to the volunteer place.
I kept forgetting how small this town was, and the fact that the volunteer place was only like 3 blocks away, if that. We climbed the stairs and listened to a scripture. He started talking to the main guy and I watched some kids play pool and sign up for a 9 ball competition. The one kid I was watching was amazing. He was simply goofing around, knocked the ball off the table a few times (that I retrieved – bark!), but when he was trying – he made some amazing shots!
Saying goodbye, the guy shook my hand and said, “Nice, to see you again.” I simply nodded. BroJo explained that it was the first time I was there. The guy said I looked familiar (BroJo and I had a discussion about this at dinner – I just have one of those faces…)
We got to the movies around 9:20 – sorry BroJo. He stopped to buy some water for his poor throat. The lady asked if he wanted to donate $3 for a charity and in return, receive a gold pin. He bought it then left the pin on the counter. I grabbed the pin and he told me I could keep it (this is important for later). It wasn’t until we were actually sitting (BroJo picked the seats, I just followed his lead.) and we ended up at the back row (what were you thinking BroJo??) that I learned the movie started at 9:30 – so we were actually early.
The movie started after the usual trivia things. I know that BroJo is like a movie connoisseur and he mostly proved it. The first half of the movie, I watched. Toward the middle, I started feeling that 7 hour drive. I wrapped my arm around his arm and rested my head on his shoulder. I’m sad to admit that I actually fell asleep…. I did, There was some part of the movie that had a loud sound and I jumped (probably more so than usual) and he looked at me. I sat up and he grabbed my hand. I held hands with him pretty much the remainder of the movie, at some point I was playing with his hand rather than holding it, but whatever. I was content to sit there holding his hand until the end of the credits (you have to stay to see if there’s any surprises at the end) but he said he needed to go to the bathroom.
Leaving, he remembered to stop by the apartment to grab his charger (I forgot). He took me back to my hotel room. I plugged the phone in and asked if he wanted to wait for it (I didn’t realize that he had charged his phone while we were at the movie). He said sure and sat down at probably the furthest place away from me as possible. We watched some show on TBS (that my dogs had been watching). After about 20 minutes, he started asking, is it done yet? I knew it was getting late and we were both surely tired. I grabbed the charger and gave it to him. He sat there awhile longer and then got up to leave.
I followed him outside to his car, the dogs ran in different directions immediately. It was just the two of us. He looked at me, shuffled a bit, but I grabbed his gaze right back and…
Don’t be upset. I asked her to end it this way. The thrilling conclusion (or at least my side of it) will come on Monday. Have a good week-end everybody!
- The Date – BroJo Style (brotherjonspage.wordpress.com)
- The First Few Hours…With Her (brotherjonspage.wordpress.com)
- The First Few Hours…With Him (Me!) (brotherjonspage.wordpress.com)
- So…You Remember That Girl? (brotherjonspage.wordpress.com)
- Her Side of The Weekend (brotherjonspage.wordpress.com)
Bro Jo used to make quite a few “this date in history” posts and I kinda miss them. All y’all might be missing the random trivia as well, so I thought I’d help him out, since he’s been all wrapped up with a different kind of date recently.
February 22, 1980: In one of the most dramatic upsets in Olympic history, the underdog U.S. hockey team performed a miracle on ice and defeated the 4 time gold-medal winning Soviet Hockey team. Not only did those college hockey kids win Olympic Gold, but also they won the Cold War! Way to go, boys! Personally, I think the reason everyone expected the U.S. team to lose was because Kurt Russell was their coach. Who could take that seriously?
February 22, 1864: Col. Nathan Bedford Forrest (yes, the guy Forrest Gump was named after) beat a Yankee force 3 times the size of his army at the Battle of West Point, Mississippi and halted General Sherman’s march to the sea. Go Rebels! I hope the camp cook served up buttered noodles for the victory meal. All’s fair in love and war, you know.
February 22, 1990: Milli Vanilli won a Grammy for Best New Artist. This is the only Grammy that has ever been taken back after it was awarded, but probably not the only music group that has been totally without talent. Fake it ’til you get found out?
February 22, 1777: Revolutionary War leader and Georgia‘s first Provisional Governor Archibald Bulloch dies under mysterious circumstances just hours after Georgia’s Council of Safety grants him the powers of a dictator in expectation of a British invasion. Let this be a lesson to you, boys and girls. If you manage to get the congress to grant you supreme power, get a food tester, pronto.
February 22, 2000: A gang in Great Britain robs a bank and makes off with the biggest pile of loot in British history: $53 million pounds. No one has been caught as of yet. Were any hearts stolen last weekend? Guess we’ll have to wait and see.
All, in all, I’d say February 22 has been a pretty good day for just about everyone, as long as their name isn’t Archibald. (Anyone named Archibald might not have very many good days though, just sayin’) I hope it’s been a good day for you.
When Mass ended we went on back to Mom’s place. It was dark so it actually felt like time to go on a date. Mom was asking what we were going to do and I told her dinner and a movie. It sounds pretty plain-jane, but I think I did alright considering the time I had to plan it.
We had to drive about 20 miles to get back to town, and drop the puppies off, so I had a little more time to think about it (and still not come up with anything different.) After dropping the puppies off I suggested that we drive by the theater to see what was playing, and at what times – and then we could decided on dinner afterwards. She agreed, and we were off. I stopped for gas and then headed to the theater.
There was pretty slim pickings going on last Saturday. I would have liked to have watched the new Die Hard movie, but I didn’t think that was appropriate so I suggested Warm Bodies. (A Rom-Com about zombies. Yeah, you read that right) We settled on the 9:30 showing and were off to dinner. Mom had suggested a few places in a neighboring town – but I opted to stay in Monett. The other places would have been good, but they tend to get smokey and we already did that for lunch. Plus I was tired and felt like staying closer to home for some reason.
There is a new Mexican Restaurant in town that I had tried a couple of different times. I hadn’t been let down yet, so I suggested that. She mentioned that she is from Mexican heritage and that would be just fine. This is when she told me about her food allergies. (She may have mentioned it on the way back to town – but I’m still sick. Cut me some slack!) I also chose this place because I knew it might not be busy. Not because I didn’t want people to see us, but too much of a crowd would have made me too nervous. There were only a few cars in the parking area so I felt fine.
I got out and headed to the back of the car to meet her. She didn’t come so I walked towards the front of the car, where I saw her wandering around like she was lost. I asked her where she was going…and she said “I don’t know…I saw a door over here.” I told her it was the other way and she wandered over. I waited for her and started off when she met me. There were those parking spot markers and she started walking/hopping/skipping on them. I kept my hand out to make sure she didn’t fall. (It would be my luck for something like that to happen.)
I opened the door for her (for the first time all weekend *face palm*) and then opened the next one too. (I’m on a roll!) We entered and were shown to a booth. I knew a couple that was eating there, and she mentioned “you do know a lot of people around here.” Yeah…impressive. We sat, and I noticed that there were Valentines balloons and hearts all over the place. The “Chips Dude” brought us some chips and asked if we wanted hot or mild. She was impressed again when she saw that we each got our own salsa.
Dinner was nice. I can’t for the life of me remember what all we talked about. I was a bit nervous – sick – thinking about other things (concerning her – I wasn’t spacing like a jerk). I remember seeing a picture of her mom (pretty) and every time I looked up at her after a pause she would say “what?” and I would laugh. I was looking at her because I couldn’t help it. (She takes after her mom. See parenthesis above.) I still couldn’t believe she was here.
The food was good, or at least I enjoyed it. I was hungry. I didn’t eat much at lunch. I tried some of her chicken…it was good too. Dinner only lasted about 45 minutes. We had plenty of time to get to the movie. We sat there for a moment trying to decided what to do. The hangout where I volunteer sometimes was open, so I said we could swing by there. She said okay, and we were off.
I stopped by my apartment to grab her a coat (sadly, this was her idea. *double face palm!*) We headed out and I thought to show her where my dad lives, which is a block away from me. I really didn’t plan to stop, but….she saw the dog outside so I decided to. We got out and Founder actually came to her without much hesitation, which is a little weird. That dog doesn’t like many people. It was cold so we went in, and dad was in the kitchen, eating candy, which was a little weird too. I introduced her and we all kind of just hung out for about 20 minutes. This was probably much like Lunch, but I think we were all a little big more comfortable.
After leaving dad’s we headed to the volunteer place. I don’t know why I thought to go here, but we did. We walked up right as they were reading the “Scripture of the day”. She hung back as I chatted with the dude in charge. We talked about how things were going there, with me, with him. This was about fifteen minutes. He said “nice to see you again.” After we explained that it was her first time we left and headed to the movie.
We got to The Movies a little early. I ordered the tickets and something to drink, and we had to wait about five minutes as the theater was being cleaned out. We were the first ones in, I think, so we took the back row in the middle. Not many people came to watch this movie, which was nice. I was very impressive with my movie trivia answering skills. We chatted and joked and enjoyed ourselves. I was finally completely comfortable…it was nice….and then the movie started.
The movie was good. Funny, cute, scary, warm, zombie-ish. I liked it. For the first part she had her hand wrapped around my arm…running her finger nails up and down my wrist. I enjoyed this too. We ended up holding hands for most of the movie. When the movie ended we sat there as everyone else left. I don’t know why, and after a few minutes I turned and told her I had to go to the bathroom, which I did. (A little embarrassing.)
I took care of business and then left. She had forgotten her charger so I went by my apartment to grab mine. I drove on over to her hotel room. She let the dogs out and we sat and watched TV for a while, as her phone charged.
The whole time I’m thinking things like – Should I kiss her? I’m too sick, aren’t I? But…she did mention that she’s immune to most things. But…it is a first date. I don’t know. Yes, no, yes, no…
I’m really liking this Two Perspectives thing we’ve got going on here. Kessabug was nice enough to send me this, this morning after mine went up. It’s better – longer – prettier. Check it out! Continue reading
I was on the phone with Her, well, trying to talk. I rounded the corner and we saw each other. She immediately put her phone away, while I kind of just stood there not knowing exactly what was going on. I offered a lazy one-armed hug, and…just looked at her. (My brother likes to say that I got the brains and he got the looks, which is debatable. What I will say is he definitely got the hugging skills. I still need to work on that.) I can’t imagine what she thought. I was all haggard looking with a tee-shirt (probably with stains on it) ball cap and some serious eye baggage.
I pointed toward the door that led to my apartment and took off. Mind you I had basically just woke up and was all hopped up on cough medicine. I’m not going to say I was rude, but I was definitely in a haze. Just a few hours before I was wondering if I was ever going to TALK to this girl again, much less SEE her, and she was a sight…but my brain was mush for the moment. She was wearing a red dress, for Valentine’s Day, and had a little heart cut out and taped to her lapel that said “Be Mine”.
I walked up the stairs and showed her into my apartment, which was a complete mess. We stood there for a second then I walked to the couch and sat down. I patted the seat and motioned for her to sit. She sat…and then…the awkward silence began. We had some chit-chat that I can not for the life of me remember. I think she asked if I was surprised…to which I’m sure I answered in the affirmative.
My mom called soon after She showed up. I told mom that I would call her back. I told Kessy that my mom had asked me to lunch, and she asked if I wanted her to go. I said yes, and she went to go change. I called mom back.
Hi, I have company mom.
Oh, are they gone yet?
No, she’s still here.
Who is it?
The girl from Dallas.
Oh…soooo…do you both want to come have lunch with me?
I had a bit of time so I hopped in the shower as soon as She was done changing. I felt much better after that, and was starting to wake up a bit. She had brought her puppies so we dropped them off at Her hotel room. I played around with them for a minute (they really liked me, but I am totally likeable) then we headed to the diner. Lunch was nice…and probably a little awkward for Her. Mom and me sat there and talked about family stuff and work stuff, and she asked Her a few questions. I thought it was okay though. While we were leaving mom hollered out that she would be home most of the day if we wanted to come by. I didn’t think much about this at the time.
After this I dropped Her off at the hotel and headed to get the Church bulletin done. It took about an hour, then I headed back to her hotel room. I knocked on the door and heard the dogs barking, but that’s it. I knocked a couple more times and just heard the dogs. I called her and she told me the door was open, so I went in. She was laying down…just having drove 6 1/2 hours! I think it was all starting to sink in right about here.
We sat there, chatting, but mostly playing with the puppies. She asked what we could do, and I said I didn’t know. I offered going to a movie, and she said sure…when the sun goes down. I remember that my mom would be home, so I mentioned that. Mom has a courtyard were the dogs could run around. We decided on that and left about 20 minutes later.
I did the normal ‘On the left you will find…and on the right you can see’ thing. We got to moms and introduced Her puppies to Cujo, moms dog. He had a blast trying to hunch the fixed girl puppies. I sat in mom’s seat – sorta like a love seat, with a built in leg rest. I figured She would sit by me, and she did, cuddling a bit. I didn’t really mind at all. What I did mind was the fact that mom was watching the Lifetime Movie Network. (Or, the how to kill your husband channel.) We hung out for a couple of hours…with the dogs running all over us most of the time.
She went to take the dogs out, and that was when my mom got up and said “I really like her! Her personality, and everything. She’s Cute!” That made me feel better, not that I was feeling that bad at the moment. Around 5:00 pm Mom said something about going to Church, or Mass if you’re Catholic. I figured on hanging out at moms for a while, and then heading back home. I was just starting to get comfortable. Nope, we went to Mass, with my mom. I liked the priest there, but still understood why I went to the Church I go to now. Then, it was time for the first date…
This site is an outlet for me for both photography-related art and as an ongoing exercise in creative writing. All of the people are anonymous, all the names are fake, all of the stories are made up. Have you ever seen a photograph and wondered who the person was? Have you ever wondered what their life was like or what they were thinking or doing just before or after the picture?
So, Kessabug writes too. She wrote this and sent it to me Sunday night…after driving 7+ hours to get home! I thought she had just wanted me to see it before she uploaded it to her blog (she blogs too – but I’m not going to link to it yet. Her blog is more personal.) I think she wanted you guys to see it. Here is how this weekend went according to her view-point.
A Kessabug Adventure!
I think about the time BroJo wrote his first blog post Soooo…. There’s this girl about me. I started thinking about Valentine’s day (I like to think ahead sometimes- it was also the first time in a few years I had someone to tortu-errr- ‘celebrate’ with.
I had to be all cool, collected, and stuff. I wanted this to be like ~*poof*~
~*unpoof*~ (people forget this part)
So it had to be perfect. I just couldn’t let him in on the idea…. I’m a horrible ungabber-(yeah, that has potential to be a real word). In other words, I’m horrible at keeping surprises… It’s not that I just blurt them out- I just become super obvious. Alas, I digress…
I rented the car by Monday, found the hotel room by Monday night (yeah, stop thinking that- it’s for ME only!)- but that’s right. I was going to SEE him. (*still makes my heart race!*) I mean, I just don’t rent a car, get a room, and plan a super trip involving 14 hours or more driving in a 48 hr period for just anybody. BroJo must be some special dude- or at least I was going to find out!
I set it up so we stopped talking a few days before (cuz I can’t always keep my big mouth shut). We actually had a mini-fight over something somewhat legit- and I totally dragged it way out. I felt bad for him (I’m a horrible person). He sent me a poor e-mail that said he had planned on surprising me with a visit in March- like a ~*poof!*~ visit. Man, great minds think alike (or so I’d like to think). He was getting close, too close. I involved another person just to tell him to give me space (forgive me yet??)
So the day of departure came- I had such high expectations. I think I half expected myself to become a temporary superhero.
Work til 6. Sleep til midnight. Drive til 630am or so. Heartattack apartment with features to be described in a second, find parking lot to sleep in, let BroJo freak an hour or so, surprise BroJo with me and a few days to find something to entertain me. It was my plan that he would be free- even though I couldn’t get him to respond to ‘weekend plan’ questions.
What actually happened
I worked until 730p with some urgent patients in the morning that pushed back my whole schedule. After, I was informed it was opening day for a HUGE carnival- and I was suuuuuuu not going to miss that. So, I partied until 115a. Slept until 4.Drove from 4 until 1030a. Arrived, and then learned that BroJo’s apartments aren’t numbered- so my entire plan went down the toilet…. Rawr!
I had some paper hearts and a mobile to hang on the door. Basically, this is how things went:
BroJo: I’m sorry… what did I do? How can I fix it?
Bug: Just leave me alone- I can’t think (told you I was horrible)
BroJo: Okay… I’m here whenever you are ready. (isn’t he the sweetest?!)
(* and BroJo lost his voice*)
Bug: How’s the voice?
BroJo: still raspy
Bug: Aw. So you taking it easy today?
BroJo: Yep, still on the couch. I have to do the bulletin and that’s it. (excellent- bwahahaha!)
I had every intent of covering his apartment (and maybe bushes) with paper hearts. Placing the mobile and carrying out my plan in broad daylight. I had two problems though: 1. The first time I circled the apartment, a white SUV had pulled up behind me. As I looked like I was scoping the place, which I was, I got nervous and bailed. 2. When I got a good look at the place, I figured out that there are no logical numbers to the building… time for nonexistent plan B… desperation??
Bug: I had such great plans of grandeur for today. I had to make you think I was mad so you wouldn’t pick up on it… I think I can settle for this…
Bug: Why the frick aren’t these numbered?! (to go into history with my others like oh crap! and I’m never gonna love that down- yay?)
BroJo: Why aren’t what numbered?
Bug: If I start meowing, will you let me in?
BroJo: Are you kidding?
And that, my new friends, is how we met. He came outside (cuz I still couldn’t figure out how to get inside- sad, isn’t it?) gave me a strange hug, stared at me a second (yes! shock!), and invited me inside.
We had a fabulous weekend filled with lunch with his Mother, meeting’s his mother’s little dog- watching her dog hump my dogs (is that too racy for this blog?), and teaming up with BroJo’s mom to get him to go to mass with us (I really am Mormon!). We ate out, attended a movie, met his Dad and his Dad’s dog, he showed me around his little city (not near as small as I expected!), went to church, and went for a long walk together before I had to leave.
BroJo was a perfect gentleman and a wonderful date. I look forward to seeing him again!
Stay tuned for part 2 of MY side of the story…coming tomorrow morning.