Last time, I told you about our first kiss, and how it came to happen knee-deep in the Colorado River on August 1, 2008 (I'm sort of a Rainman about dates).
Well, after we kissed, we spent the whole weekend sneaking little kisses here and there, while our friends wondered what the hell was going on, considering I had just told all my girlfriends minutes before that kiss that I was going to tell him that we simply could not be together.
The rest of the weekend seemed to fly by, and before we knew it Redheaded Kid was heading back to San Diego, and me to Los Angeles - the very reason I had wanted to avoid starting a relationship in the first place. I held it together on the car ride home (I did have three amazing girls dancing and singing with me in the car for four hours to take my mind off things), but when I got home, I cried. A lot. I cried because I had let myself get a glimpse of what it would be like for me and Redhead to be an us - to be a couple. I had told myself for so long that we couldn't be together, that it wouldn't work with the distance - why had I been so stupid as to let myself see how nice it would be if it just could be?
In the days following the trip to Arizona, my mind was a little hazy. I didn't know what to do, but I just kept thinking - is it really impossible? Two hours is not far, people make relationships work from seperate countries, we could do it couldn't we? After long chats with my girlfriends, and a couple of comments about how they never really understood why I kept saying it wouldn't work, I called my friend, Smart-Ass Redheaded Kid.
I think we could do it.
We should at least try.
I really really like you, and I want to make this happen.
While I waited to hear the joy in his voice and the excitement in which we would talk about how we were going to make it work...he shocked the hell out of me with something else.
Yeah, I'm not sure.
Um, I'm sorry, WHAT?
This Smart-Ass Redheaded Kid had spent weeks telling me how much he liked me, and months showing me before he got up the courage to tell me. And now he's not sure?
Lucky for him I didn't hang up and give the phone the finger right then and there. We decided to think it over, and talk later. Well the Kid's indecisiveness was a short phase, because by that night we were making plans for our first real date.
What kind of high class romance was on the menu for the date night?
Nothing quite like dating your best friend.
Redheaded Kid and I go to dinner,
and decide 08.08.08 has a nice ring to it.
Want to catch up on the story of how my Handsome Husband became my Handsome Husband? Find out how we met, what it was like going to high school with HH, how he reappeared in my life after moving to San Diego for college, and how he went from a memory to a best friend in weeks. Read about how I found out he wasn't thinking of me as just a friend, what he did for me while in Europe, and our first kiss.