The Promised
Ok, here’s the post I promised. Prepare for the juicy details.
Her majesty kept calling me last night trying to guess who this is wubby of mine is that I had just told her about. Well, I first met him at camp last summer. He asked me about my novel. Let me tell you, if you want to get on my good side, engage me in conversation about my novel. It’s the best way to get my interest or just flatter me. Anyway, we hit it off pretty well. We lost contact after camp, though, because he didn’t have email/internet.
Looking at my calendar, I see it was Monday, March 12th that a co-worker came to me during the lunch rush while I was working drive-thru and told me that someone up front was asking for me. The rush was so thick it was actually slow for moments in drive-thru. I chose one of those moments to come to the front of the store. I expected to see Imah with some bad tidings. Who else would/could visit me there?
So, I was surprised when this guy catches and my eye and greets me. I stared. I knew this guy…didn’t I? The face was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Frankly, I asked him where we’d met. It was so noisy in the store I thought he said something about Calev. Oh, some guy I met at a dance party, I thought. Feeling pressured by the bustling which told me the drive-thru was about to move, I just nodded and smiled and pretended I remembered him. Then, I was compelled to run back to my position in the back of store.
Over the headset I wore, a co-worker teased me about the guy with "a nice smile". A minute later, another co-worker brought me a card and told me "one of your boyfriends told me to give this to you." Why did she have to put it like that?! The card had the guy’s name and number on it. Between customers, I stared at it. James L—-. It was his last name that did it. It made me remember his sister who was one of my fellow counselors at the summer camp. And that girl had a brother on the maintenance team. The guy who was interested in my novel!
My face lit up as I remembered. Oh! James! *bonk to the forehead* Then, quickly, I shrouded my face before any of my co-workers saw. Whew! I really felt bad not knowing who he was. I knew I knew him from somewhere. I think I was somewhat giddy for the rest of my shift that day.
I called James after work and we had a nice talk. Phone problems caused us to lose contact again for awhile. It was April 6 that we went on our first date. It was awesome. We met in the early afternoon; I insisted on rollerblading. That part, while somewhat funny, didn’t work out so great. His rollerblades crumbled to pieces beneath his feet (I have to admit I’m having fits of laughter just thinking about it) while we were walk/skating out of the parking lot; and I lost my balance going down a hill and decided to go road-surfing on my hip. James was so concerned, but I was too busy laughing. (As usual, when I do something I think is stupid, I laugh.) He helped me up, I dusted myself off, and we decided rollerblading was not for us. Though it’s been about a month since then, I have a nice little scar on my elbow and a softball-sized bruise on my hip–hey, at least now the bruise is no longer swollen nor bright purple/green/yellow…now it’s simply a darker shade of brown than the rest of my skin. LOL!
After the rollerblading incident, we went to some game place where he works and he taught me to play pool. We went to the movie theater next to watch Wild Hogs (which was a very funny movie). Having a while to wait, we shot up some aliens in the video arcade. I taught him there’s nothing hotter than a woman with a gun. I believe I convinced him. LOL!
After the movie, I took him home and introduced him to Imah. Baruch HaShem it didn’t go as badly as I expected it would. (My mother protects–or tries to protect–me from the world of men like a tigress protects her cubs from predators.) Still, she gave me the great lecture of warnings about men after he had gone.
I went out with James again in the early evening of Saturday the 14th. He got some bikes for free from a friend and gave me one. We rode our bikes to his workplace and just hung out until the nearby pool opened. It was so fun. I haven’t been to a pool in sooo long. We literally got caught in a game of monkey-in-the-middle that some kids were playing with a gigantic beach ball, so James and I decided we might as well actually play. Man, that was fun! LOL!
After that, we hung out at a pizza place (where we bumped into the kids at the pool 
) until going bowling. It was my very first time bowling and kicked James’s posterior with two strikes in one game. It was funny; I did so well my first game and so poorly the next ones. James claimed I was letting him win. After he said that, my games improved…for some reason. 
Since then, I’ve been seeing James at least every weekend thanks to C4 (and her car–and my bribery *ahem* gas money. LOL!). Yesterday, I took him to El Shaddai for the first time (but not the last). I found it hilarious that James got jealous of Yoseph during the dancing. It’s not like we were dancing alone; I’m not into the couples dances. I simply asked Yoseph to show me a few dances.
So, besides now having an awesome boyfriend who spoils me, there’s something else big effecting my life right now. Unfortunately, Imah has forbidden me to speak of it (anymore). It isn’t actively happening but is looming like great, black curtain in the background ready to change the course of my entire life. Yeah. It’s big.
With that dark, suspenseful teaser, I leave you. (I seriously need to work on my novel, anyway.)
Farewell.
12:05 PM
Chronicled by: Her Grace, Duchess of the Digital Quill
It’s been a few days. I keep trying to slack off. I’m totally going to exercise today. 
