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so last week while ryan and i were together, we had an argument.
okay, not really. it was more of a discussion over when was our actual first date.
- Ryan's point of view: first date is the first time you ever take a girl out - even if it's on a whim.
- my point of view: first date is when you ask the girl out, set a date, and take her out.
here's the story (i'll share the longer version one day. promise): Ryan and I met at a college in Chicago - he was a graduate student, I was an employee. So we randomly ran into each other but we never really crossed paths. There were a couple of occasions where he had to stop by my office to ask campus-related questions (every time he did, I always got so giddy - but with my job, I knew how to hide my emotions and be professional) or I would run into him in the Commons area where students and employees ate.
One Saturday afternoon, I was taking a walk around downtown Chicago (something I miss about the city) and ran into him at a Starbucks where he was studying. We chatted for a couple of minutes and then he asked if I had already grabbed lunch. I had not (and I'm sure even if I had, I would have said no so that this hot graduate student could ask me out). He gathered his books and asked me where I'd like to go for lunch. Of course, this whole time I was just trying to act cool but inside my heart was racing a million miles an hour. And for those of you that know me will not be surprised when I suggested Chipotle (hehe - snort). We made it to Chipotle and of course, he bought me lunch (I remember not feeling hungry at all -as much as I'm obsessed with those beautiful, chunky burrito bowls). About a half hour later, my phone starts ringing. I pick it up and notice that I've missed several phone calls from my roommate. Oh, crap. I was supposed to meet her and another friend for a Target run um, a half hour ago. In my excitement and fluster, I totally forgot and excused myself from my lunch date. I felt really bad (and I still feel bad to this day) how I had to apologize and leave Ryan hanging at Chipotle alone. I remember running back to my apartment, slapping myself on my forehead. Stupid. Stupid. This guy will never ask me out ever again.
so you can see why I do not want to remember this as date #1.
my brain refuses to allow it 'cause i always think of this situation as date #1.
A few days later, back on campus in my office, Ryan stops by the office to "say hi." Once again, my little heart stops beating and offer him a seat. We chat for a bit (my boss was super cool and let me have friends drop by - and it was late afternoon, so most of the busyness had cooled down). I do remember how good he looked that day. He wore a suit because he had just finished a presentation in class. I also remember how crappy I looked and felt. It was a bad allergy day and all I could think about with him sitting in front of me is how red my nose must have looked. (Later on, I asked him about my nose and laughed, saying how he doesn't even remember me looking like that. Trust me. I did.)
He then asked me what I was doing that weekend and asked if he could me out to dinner. Inside I was thinking heck, yes!, my inner self screaming and jumping for joy - but I ended up saying (fighting to be cool), "Um, I might be babysitting so I might need to have to get back to you about dinner?" (Babysitting?! Yes, I did have a babysitting job on the side - but why did I say that of all things?! Oh, yes because this girl gets really uncool when hot guys ask her out.)
Long story short, I give him my number, he calls me up and we go out that Friday night. I was a nervous wreck (called my bff and said what the heck is wrong with me? i've gone out on dates before. I think I already knew deep down there was something different about this guy - a good different.) We end up having the best first date ever. He took me to The Melting Pot where we ate and talked from 6pm to 1am. We really didn't even realize the time go by so quickly! He actually was about to take me out to a nearby Starbucks but when we stood up the waiters started clapping their hands and applauded us for having the longest date ever. We were shocked when we looked at our watches! He ended up not going to Starbucks because they were already closed - but he did ask me out to date #2.
so yes, that in my opinion was date #1.
so for those that made it to the end of the novel of a post (i applaud you!) what do YOU think should be considered date #1?
either way, we laugh over both dates because they both bring back funny and good memories.
and we ended up together at the end of the story and that's all that really matters.
[happy wednesday, friend.]
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