So, I guess my promise to post more kind of, um...went unkept. Lets see..Last time I posted it was Valentines day. I wasnt really expecting anything spectacular, and I was right in not doing so. I got off work and drove to CC's - forever now known as Mister Amazing - place, pulled my very girly Valentines bag - complete with pink tissue paper - out of my back seat and walked to his front door. I dont think my heart could have been beating any harder than it was right then. I mean, seriously, we had only been dating for a little over a month, and even though I didnt want to seem overly thrilled - I totally was - that I had a Valentine for the first time in three years, I knew I would be disappointed if he didnt get me something. I didnt spend much, $20 on a shirt from Old Navy that he had commented on when we'd been there earlier in the week. But still - I wasnt sure if $20 was a little too much to spend on someone you werent sure about. When I went inside - he was on the phone and so I let myself in - I set the heart emblazoned bag on the step upstairs and went down into the basement. He was at the computer, talking on the phone and his back was to me. I caught a glimpse of something furry and brown on the desk in front of him, but busied myself with plugging in my almost dead cell phone and waited for him to finish his call.
When he finally hung up - it seemed like an eternity, but I am sure it was all of two minutes - he came over to me, thrust two bears into my hand and gave me a quick kiss, asked how my day was and told me he was sorry that it wasnt much, but money was a little tight since Christmas. I thanked him and looked down at the bears. I was a little disappointed. The price was still on the bears, a total of roughly nine dollars was spent. Now, I am normally not the type for expensive gifts, I really couldnt care less what you give me as long as it took some thought. And more than anything, I was freaked the shit out about how he would react to getting a shirt. From me. Someone he had dated for a month. I wanted to run up the stairs, grab the bag and run out to my car, pull out the card and go back inside. A card would do the trick. $2.50 meant a whole lot less than $20 and a $2.50 card that I had written, "I am really glad I met you! XOXO" in. But I didnt. He asked me where I wanted to eat, and since it was 7pm on Valentines day, I really didnt think there would be any place to eat. We got into my car and drove around and around, in search of someplace to go. Finally we agreed to just get fast food and head back to his place. Then, shining like a beacon in the night was a little place called Moore's. Its a cafe style place, kinda like Denny's but smaller and it has a real homey feel to it. Being the fact that it wasnt fancy, or expensive, it was pretty much deserted. We parked and went inside. It was dimly lit and there were little hearts and cupid's arrows confetti's on all the tables. Candles were on the tables and the waitstaff was very friendly. Over the course of the next hour, I completely forgot about the two bears and the fact that he really didnt seem affected by me giving him a shirt, he didnt see the car in the bottom of the bag, and that we werent in some over priced restaraunt. We laughed, alot. He isnt bothered by the fact that I am divorced once and on my way to the second. He held my hand and opened doors for me - something he usually does anyway.
People have always said, when you meet the right person, you'll know. Once you meet "the one", you will know. Well, I dont know about all that, but I do know one thing. That night as we spent the night together and he looked at me, held me close - I knew that I was falling for him. He cant spell and he cant keep his house clean, but he is amazing. He is everything - almost - that I have ever wanted in a man. He is stable. He can fix cars. He is amazing at what he does for a living. He is kind. Sexy as hell. Sweet. An amazing cook. He is a guys guy. Loves football and basketball, but will change the station if I ask him to. He will watch Everybody Loves Raymond, although he detestes the show. He snowboards and skis. He loves camping and his family. Honestly, there really isnt anything I dont like about the man.
And every night before I go to bed I take the two bears from their permanent home aomng my pillows and sit them on the nightstand next to me until morning. When I put them back again.
When he finally hung up - it seemed like an eternity, but I am sure it was all of two minutes - he came over to me, thrust two bears into my hand and gave me a quick kiss, asked how my day was and told me he was sorry that it wasnt much, but money was a little tight since Christmas. I thanked him and looked down at the bears. I was a little disappointed. The price was still on the bears, a total of roughly nine dollars was spent. Now, I am normally not the type for expensive gifts, I really couldnt care less what you give me as long as it took some thought. And more than anything, I was freaked the shit out about how he would react to getting a shirt. From me. Someone he had dated for a month. I wanted to run up the stairs, grab the bag and run out to my car, pull out the card and go back inside. A card would do the trick. $2.50 meant a whole lot less than $20 and a $2.50 card that I had written, "I am really glad I met you! XOXO" in. But I didnt. He asked me where I wanted to eat, and since it was 7pm on Valentines day, I really didnt think there would be any place to eat. We got into my car and drove around and around, in search of someplace to go. Finally we agreed to just get fast food and head back to his place. Then, shining like a beacon in the night was a little place called Moore's. Its a cafe style place, kinda like Denny's but smaller and it has a real homey feel to it. Being the fact that it wasnt fancy, or expensive, it was pretty much deserted. We parked and went inside. It was dimly lit and there were little hearts and cupid's arrows confetti's on all the tables. Candles were on the tables and the waitstaff was very friendly. Over the course of the next hour, I completely forgot about the two bears and the fact that he really didnt seem affected by me giving him a shirt, he didnt see the car in the bottom of the bag, and that we werent in some over priced restaraunt. We laughed, alot. He isnt bothered by the fact that I am divorced once and on my way to the second. He held my hand and opened doors for me - something he usually does anyway.
People have always said, when you meet the right person, you'll know. Once you meet "the one", you will know. Well, I dont know about all that, but I do know one thing. That night as we spent the night together and he looked at me, held me close - I knew that I was falling for him. He cant spell and he cant keep his house clean, but he is amazing. He is everything - almost - that I have ever wanted in a man. He is stable. He can fix cars. He is amazing at what he does for a living. He is kind. Sexy as hell. Sweet. An amazing cook. He is a guys guy. Loves football and basketball, but will change the station if I ask him to. He will watch Everybody Loves Raymond, although he detestes the show. He snowboards and skis. He loves camping and his family. Honestly, there really isnt anything I dont like about the man.
And every night before I go to bed I take the two bears from their permanent home aomng my pillows and sit them on the nightstand next to me until morning. When I put them back again.
posted by Just Another Girl at 11:25 AM
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