The First Few Hours...With Her

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?

Sure.

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.

Cujo…lady killer

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…

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