Well, much to my amazement, I did survive that week of silence. I didn't stalk him....well...I tried, but I didn't really accomplish much. And I didn't cave and call him. For me, that was pretty impressive, because normally, when I set my mind to something I wanted...I went and did. Which is probably why I was still single... :)
The behind-the-scenes of it all was that in true Bryan fashion, he had a lot going on with school, and wasn't quite sure what excuse he could use to see me again, so he sat on it. Aghhh!
So anyways, days roll by. Every day I see Colin at work (poor, poor Colin!), I would question him if Bryan really was interested. He kept reassuring me that he was, and to prove it, he suggested he set up a group date with him and his wife and Bryan to on a hike for Saturday. I didn't really think that counted as far as Bryan asking me out (mind you, I was still pretty self conscious because 1) 1st date...I asked him 2) no calls for a week 3) he was too cool for me.
This is an excerpt from my journal dated the 17th:
"I am trying to be fairly patient this time, and compared to other times, I am. I keep hoping he’ll get off of his duff and just ask me to lunch or something. But that’s okay, I guess I’ll just have to wait until Saturday. The good thing is that I have Monday off, and so does he. So if things go well on Saturday, maybe he’ll want to do something on Monday. I really don’t want to get my hopes up, and maybe he isn’t right, but for now, he seems like he is, and I would love it if he was. But, hey, I’m not gonna stress!"
Saturday FINALLY rolled around, and Bryan picked me up for our first rugged adventure together. I am sure Colin and Andrea were just dying at the sheer second date awkwardness of it all, but they were kind and never said anything. They were very cool married people...not boring married people (like what I am now).
It was a beautiful day...I had never gone hiking in the winte
r before, and I hadn't been to Antelope Island since I was a very young child, so it was a new experience for me. After a couple hours, we took a break for lunch. Bryan had made sandwiches and homemade lemonade. Yes, ladies, that's right...my man can cook! My feelings of panic that he had asked me out again just to torture me with what I wasn't worthy to have started plaguing me again, but I stuffed it in, as well as my homemade turkey and cheese sandwich, and continued the trek with our little group around the island. Even those panicky feelings couldn't keep me from having one of the funnest times of my life.Now backing up a bit, I had brought my wallet with me, because you never know! But Bryan suggested that I leave it in his car. So I placed it in his glove compartment (jockey box) and off we went. That will be important later.
As our little date ended, and he dropped me off...I found myself hoping against hope that it wasn't our last, but simultaneously preparing myself for another hiatus of contact from him. I went into my apartment, and sat on my bed, waiting for the phone to ring.
7 comments:
That Bryan suggested thing was really meant to be, I left my wallet in his car, so he would HAVE to talk to me again after this little adventure.
You crack me up! I LOVE reading these. I might have to do ours one of these days. I can't believe how you were preparing yourself to be let down. I guess everyone's insecure during those first few dates.
You're so cute - what a fun story to read! So glad that you're sharring with us!
MOST FUN!! Honestly, does no one know how to wrote or speak anymore?!
You people who read for grammar and spelling rather than content! Go find a dictionary to read and reassure yourself :)
No grammar lessons here, but "jockey box"? For real. That's like something Laura's 95 year old grampa would say. And since when is making a sandwich and lemonade "cooking".
Sorry, I couldn't resist joining in. I love reading your guys' story though.
Chris
Touche! You win that one, Chris :) But in my defense, the lemonade was from scratch, so that's kind of cooking, right?! :)
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