June 30, 2011

Golf Balls and Spiders, Oh My!

I sit at the Border's next to a window, waiting for him to arrive and start our first date. I find myself not at all nervous. I am actually pretty laid-back and ready to just go with the flow. Recently, I had come into my own and learned a lot about myself as an individual, what I want in life, and how to enjoy the simple things in life. This date did not seem like anything monumental, although I can say that he was quite the cutie-patootie when he asked me out after church the other day. I was certainly intrigued by him and wanting to learn more.

He pulls up along the curb in the White Pony. He does not see me sitting in the window watching his arrival. I could tell he was a bit nervous when he got out of the truck and walked over to my side waiting to open the door for me. I gather my things and make my way outside. We exchange a friendly greeting (I can't remember if we hugged or not.), he opens my door, and I plop myself inside the truck. 

Our first destination was dinner. We took a short drive to an Italian restaurant that has a great atmosphere and was perfect for relaxed conversation. The conversation was indeed relaxed and flowed quite easily. I could have talked to him forever! As for what we talked about, I really cannot remember as other more memorable moments to this date were about to unfold.

We walked back to the White Pony and he opened my door for me. I got in and saw that his door was still locked, and the locks were not electronic. Normally, I would be that good date that leans over and unlocks his door, but for some reason, I did not do that. I just sat with my boxed leftover food on my lap.

Originally, the next part of our date was to be some bowling, but when we arrived at the bowling alley, it turned out to be league night with no open lanes. Plan B turned out to be hitting a few golf balls at the local driving range. Now, I do not play golf, and have only swung a golf club a total of maybe 3 or 4 times in my entire life. But, considering how much I was enjoying my date so far, why not just go for it? Thankfully, it was a nice night so I kicked off my heels to hit some golf balls properly. Well, my version of proper, at least.

We were enjoying just being silly, hitting golf balls, and being generally chatty. Of course, he hit his golf balls wonderfully. Me, not so much, although I was proud I did hit a few pretty good ones. Well, good for me, at least. The most memorable shot was one of the last of the night. My spot happened to be next to a small hill with a small retaining wall that I was facing. I tried to swing as perfectly as I could, made contact with the ball, which then proceeded to bounce off of the retaining wall, whiz right past my date's head, then bounce off of the pole supporting a covered part of the driving range. His face was filled with surprise and laughter all at the same time. I could not believe what just happened. It was like something straight out of a movie! But, that did not kill the night. Rather, we both laughed about it and continued on. He finished with his golf balls before me so he then helped place my golf balls before I would swing. It was so cute!

After we ran out of balls, we decided to head back to his place for a little bit just to chat and put a nice end to the night. On our way, I discovered something rather large crawling across his dashboard. In the dark, it looked a lot bigger than it probably really was. But, regardless, it turned out to be a spider! I hate spiders! I instantly curled myself up in his seat hoping that it would not crawl on me before we got to his place. I was frantic. And he was laughing. Good times.

Once we get to his place we settle on the couch and just chat. And chat. And chat. And chat. At some point we decided it was getting pretty late and that we really should end the night, although I really wanted to spend more time with him. He walked me back to my car, we chatted some more, I gave him a hug, and I was on my way.

I do not think I will ever forget Mr. M's and my first date. It really was quite memorable in all sorts of wonderful little ways, and a little over 5 years later, we still talk about that day and laugh about it. I never would have thought at the beginning of that date that he would become my husband, but I can say that I am truly blessed that he did.

And I still get flack for not unlocking his door for him at the restaurant.

1 comment:

  1. This is a nice story. thanks for sharing.

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