After ten days of flirting (which included the Soil Judging trip and another home football game)
somehow this is where we ended up:
OCTOBER 11TH- First Official Day of ‘Talking’
OCTOBER 12TH-Second Official Day of ‘Talking’
And I’m still not sure to this day why you posted this on my wall.. other than to try and flirt with me (;
OCTOBER 13TH- First Day of Official Dating
Oh and it also happened to be the day where I was on TV for Quiz Bowl, which I didn’t tell you about. You had to read it in the newspaper (: hahaa. Actually, I seem to have a record now of not telling you things like that. (Quiz Bowl, braces, hair color change) :)
OCTOBER 14TH- First Date
Oh Jeez do I remember this day! So while I was really happen to be dating this guy, Jeffrey, at this point, I was still incredibly nervous around him. It was one thing to text a person and a completely different thing to have to talk to them! haha. I knew I had liked him and I knew I wanted to try my best to at least give the relationship a chance. But, man, was I nervous! I still had issues looking him in the eye or looking at him when I talked to him.
Ha, so I remember Jeff pulling up in my driveway in his mom’s car. He was wearing his gray, sweater jacket thing. Was it Columbia? I don’t remember! He don’t wear it anymore! He also had his jeans and his boots on. It was somewhat surreal to see him walking up to my door. He was kind of the first guy I had a REAL relationship with, where I introduced him to my parents and the whole shindig.
He came in and met my mom. He and my mom talked for a while about, gosh, lots of things! They talked about college, and school, and classes, and FFA, and grades, and future, and me, and his parents, and my dad, and Halloween, and scary movies, and bowling, and just about everything. Mom LIKED him. This was crazy! Mom had never liked anyone that much. And I knew that she REALLY liked him when she let me drive him to the bowling alley. She hadn’t intended on letting him drive me anywhere. This was crazy. But then again, he still had to meet Dad.
Our first date was at the bowling alley. We made it this way because it would be an easy first date. It was Friday, so Dad was volunteering down at the bowling alley that night and I could always use some more bowling practice. And, not only could I teach Jeffrey how to bowl, but I could beat him really bad. Plus, we were right down the road, and under my dad’s eye. Safe, easy, fun first date.
I remember telling him on the car ride down there how I couldn’t believe that Mom let him drive me. I remember giving him some last minutes tips for Dad.
When we actually got to the bowling alley, though, I don’t think Jeffrey honestly needed my tips. He shook my Dad’s hand, introduced himself, talked a little bit about where he was going to school, and Dad actually cracked a couple jokes with him! (Including when he asked Jeff how to spell his name. He made a joke about the spelling and making sure it’s not spelled ‘Geoff.’) This was crazy. This was INSANE.
Dad put us on Lane 9. I remember it was around this time Jeffrey took his jacket off. He was wearing a button-up short-sleeve plaid-looking shirt thing. It was primarily gray but I remember that it also had pink on it. I remember that I could NOT hide my smile at this one (:. Not only did I think it was cute that he was wearing pink, and I think I told him that—although I doubt I was able to be that confident about it—but to myself I also remembered a story my parents had told me growing up. My Dad had also worn pink when he went to meet my Mom’s parents.
Jeffrey and I had a great time bowling. Or at least I did. He was nice, and we laughed, and it was fun. We were still getting to know each other, of course, so we had to start off slow. We found enough to talk about, but it was generally just getting to know each other. I remember us joking about how I was trying to bowl so serious, and he was lucky just to keep the ball out of the gutter. But I also remember very clear, him calling my his girlfriend in some part of the conversation. The context I don’t remember, but I remember it left me at a loss for words. That sounds like the dumbest thing in the world, but he called me his girlfriend, and I realized that I really am his girlfriend. Girlfriend. I was someone’s girlfriend.. Those darn butterflies.
I remember I beat him in bowling, by a lot, but his game did improve about 20 pins each game! We discussed going on pit-put dates and having a Wii tournament, so that way he might actually have a chance. I remember us eating some pizza that the rest of the family ordered and eating with my little brother, Jack, and his friend, Levi. My mom came over to talk to us on occasion after she got there. She would leave, shortly after she came, though. My friend, Lauren, got off work while I was down there with Jeffrey and I remember her eating with us and talking and hanging out and such.
After a while, we ended up in the back arcade room of the bowling alley—Jeffrey, Lauren, and I. Jeffrey and I were sitting in the games right next to each other and Lauren was sitting on the floor in front of us. I remember that while we were at school earlier in the day he was too shy to hold by hand. We were sitting maybe close enough for our knees to touch or something. I wanted to hold my hand, and I wished that he would. But somewhere in the middle of all that, I got the courage to take his hand. The reason that I find this significant is because we have seen by my behavior that I still am somewhat at the maturity level of a child. I was shy, I didn’t have confidence, and I most definitely did not know what to do in these kinds of situations. I held his hand. We held hands. We kept talking to Lauren, and I can’t speak for him but I know that I wasn’t particularly listening to what she had to say. My mind was more scattered about the fact that I was holding his hand, he was holding mine. He was running his thumb in circles across my hand and I was getting goosebumps. I found myself sneaking glances and him. Sneaking glances, and smiling. Sneaking glances and feeling embarrassed. More smiling. More butterflies.
Somewhere in the middle of this Lauren realized we were on a date, and then realized eventually that we were on our first date. She apologized for intruding, but I don’t think either of us minded at that point. It didn’t make the evening worse by any means. While I think we would have found plenty to talk about, her presence probably did help in some instances.
When it was time to get going, again, something crazy happened. The craziest event of the night, well that far anyway (; DAD LET DRIVE ME HOME. Now, even though my house was like literally twenty seconds down the road.. that’s crazy!
Jeffrey was pulling out of the bowling alley parking lot, and made a big show about looking both ways before pulling out completely. The first two times he did it, I didn’t think anything of it—even though it was night and there were clearly no cars. Then he started pulling the moves, hahaha. He leaned over, as if trying to get a closer look outside of my window. Asking me to check and see if I was sure nothing was coming. Once he leaned close enough I GOT THE HINT. I may have been socially awkward and uncomfortable, but I wasn’t an idiot. He was cute, in a dorky, mature way. He was, at that point, much more mature than me, and that was kind of intimidating. Maybe I enjoyed the thrill. He was handsome, though. And no matter how much I thought I was going to have a heart attack or something, I kissed him. Just once, but I kissed him. I remember it wasn’t too bad. Then he held my hand as he drove me twenty seconds down the road. He almost passed my house. I had led Jeffrey to believe that I had kissed before, but I had only had one kiss before and it was barely even enough to count as a real kiss. Actually, sometimes, I don’t. My heart was going to pound out of my chest. I was nervous and excited and freaking out. It was an insane feeling. He pulled over across the street from my house and we sat parked for a minute. Then, in front of my friend’s house, he put his finger under my chin and kissed me, once. Twice. Three times. They were nice kisses, and I’m glad he went slow with me. I was getting the hang of it, already. After all, kissing is kind of natural. It’s more about getting used to a person’s kiss than it is getting used to kissing itself. I knew they weren’t great kisses, but I was proud to not have totally failed. He was a good kisser. We had to get used to each other, but he was a good kisser.
I remember he got out of the car and gave me a hug before I walked across the street to my house. This was first real hug I got from him. It was a new hug. You have to understand, that when you kiss, or hug, or do anything with someone you haven’t before, it takes getting used to. His sweater was comfy, he was tall, his arms were strong, he was warm. The hug was great. The whole night was great. We had already started to get to know each other. And I remember smiling, almost the whole night.
And then it was time for Jeffrey to go to National Convention: