This has been a crazy, ridiculous, oh-so-very memorable week. And, yes, there’s a boy. Well…not so much a boy…”guy” is a better term, since he’s almost 5 years older than me. A guy friend I’ve known for years, that I never expected would be interested in me, and honestly, shocked the daylights out of me when, last Sunday (2/9), he asked I would like to go on a date with him. I said yes, and then had a whole week to be as nervous and hyper as one of those silly little lap dogs.
And, you know what, I shouldn’t have been nervous. I shouldn’t have been freaked out. It was a lovely, wonderful date.
All 11 hours of it.
Yup, I’m not sure if there’s a world record for first date length, but I’m pretty sure we’d be in the running.
So, the question I’ve now received multiple times, “What did you do for eleven hours?”
Excellent question. The answer? We talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. Watched things on Youtube (I’m now aware of a group called The Doubleclicks, and my life is much better for it). And then we talked some more. Eventually, I realized that I had worship team practice at 8:15 this morning, and staying up really late wasn’t terribly optimal for me.
Y’know, I know there are a lot of people who probably would find the idea of 11 hours of talking boring, but really, for me, it was absolutely perfect. When it comes to important life things, I’m a processor. It’s part of why I write this blog. I have to sort out my thoughts. All that talking gave me insight as to what was going on in his head, and also helped me to relax from nervous Chihuahua mode.
So, now, 24 hours after the end of the first date to end all first dates, here’s what I feel like sharing with the world (some things are just to important to share with the world at large)…
-He’s really nice, and kind, super smart, and a genuine gentleman. Things like holding open the door aren’t a foreign concept to him.
-He’s seems slightly intuitive about me. He got me flowers! And not just any flowers. He got me my favorites, and I think he’s slightly psychic because I don’t know anyone who knows my favorite flowers.
-He’s a super geek, and not a sports nut. Do you have any idea how exciting it is to know someone who can tell me pretty much anything I want to know about comic books, but doesn’t care that I don’t give a tiny rat’s patootie about sports? I don’t have to feign interest about stuff, because it’s stuff I’m actually interested in.
-He has a TARDIS. Yeah, I should have just put that, and nothing else. I should have just written, “We went on an 11 hour first date, and I finally got to see the full size TARDIS he built that’s in his backyard.” (Pictures of which will show up here at some point in the near-ish future, hopefully).
Okay, I’ll stop gushing, I’m starting to sound a little annoying, even to myself. (Did I mention there’s a TARDIS????) The last thing I feel like mentioning is the fact that I had genuinely given up on guys and dating. Years and years of pain and disappointment had led me to the point of finally deciding that I could be happy being the crazy cat & book lady. I honestly believe that God’s hand is in this situation, because I really, REALLY, did not see this coming. And yet, when he asked me out, the only thought in my head was, “This makes absolute sense, and I really want to go.”
I don’t know where this is going for sure. Although, crazy as it may sound, I definitely know where I hope it’s going. The only thing I know for sure is that I’ve been talking to God a lot, and for once I haven’t been telling him a list of demands. The very few things I’ve said, “God, it would be really nice if…but, if not that’s fine. I really don’t mind,” all those things have happened (and odd as it sounds, if those things hadn’t happened, I really would’ve been okay with it). Now, I’m not saying that God is always going to give me what I want, and thank heavens he doesn’t give me what I deserve. I’ve spent most of my life with the answers to my prayers being, not now, or just plain, no. This is all an incredibly new experience, and I’m really glad that so far there’s been pretty clear leading going on.
Oh, and did I mention? He built a TARDIS.
You had me at “tardis”.
I know!!!!! Right?!?! It really is a thing of beauty. Of course, as much as I’m going on about it, he’s probably going to start thinking that’s what I find most interesting. Which I don’t. It’s just a very, VERY cool thing that I can fangirl over 😉
Good luck with your Time Lord, Time Lady 🙂
I think my siblings may have seen his back yard TARDIS from the street and went to have their picture taken with it…unless there are a lot of yard-TARDIS’s in Omaha….XD
It probably was the same one, because I don’t know anyone else in Omaha with one.
Be understanding, please, with me, but what is a TARDIS ? I know I am probably the only person in the world who doesn’t know, but I am old and out-of-the-current-information loop, but I follow this accounting of your life’s story with great interest….. Could you maybe post a couple of pictures of the object on here, or to my e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org? It might just be better all around if you just e-mailed me the explanation and everything, because that way I won’t be shown out as an ignoramus! (hopefully)