As Grease songs now play on repeat in my head, here is where I can be sappy! The Summer Blogger Challenge is letting me shine! This week our prompt is to write about a summer love, so clearly I’m going to be talking about my boyfriend and I, who got together last summer around this very time (actually on Friday the 13th)! We met in July, but because we were both awkward, and because I’m a huge introvert, it took us a while to actually become a thing. In fact…let’s look back at the beginning, before it was a relationship.
So it wasn’t really a date, at least, not by what some would consider technical terms. It seemed more like my desperate attempt of socializing with him in the least date-like terms I could imagine. I clearly wasn’t good at this “dating” thing. I mean, I was grossly out of practice, but what could a bookworm do? I buried my face in The Leopard, murder mystery thriller, by Jo Nesbo and continued to sit at my outside table in one of the many campus green spaces. I had already tried to coax him to the plaza where I was reading before, but he was always busy. It was enough to make an introverted girl like me think that he wasn’t interested in the slightest, but I had to try again. He was busy this time too, but said that he would “try to make it if he could”. I snorted a little at that, but I had to take what I could get. I was trying so hard for Pete’s sake!
I was determined to talk to him in a context that wasn’t work related so I waited. When the rain came, and I mean MONSOON level rain, I took shelter under the canopy, only to notice another fellow coworker running to class. He sat and chatted for a bit before running out into the rain again to the building he was originally headed to. The rain tapered off and someone else who was sitting a few tables over approached me.
“That looks good! What kind of drink is that?”
“It’s ICE flavored water, it’s pretty tasty.” I replied, eager to drown my sorrows as I started to wonder if he would actually show up. He was busy downtown, had to bike back to his apartment, and had classes later in the day. He could totally end up getting back to late to drop by, or he could even decide to stay home and not come to campus early! So many things were working against me! So maybe I could make a new friend from this girl….
“So my church…” She starts and I immediately want to get up and run away. Why!? Here I was thinking she was just a nice lady who wanted to talk to a stranger at the park! I gritted my teeth through her spiel and took her flyer, quickly shoving it into my purse as she wandered off. Then, it happened, my phone buzzed. My heart skipped a beat, or five, and I grabbed it off the shabby little metal table.
‘I’ll be there in a few, where are you sitting?’ With an internal squeal I replied, becoming self-conscious of how I looked. I smoothed my hair down a few times, wiggled around in my chair, and tried to go back to my book, but I just couldn’t stop looking up after each page!
The mini date might have ended in an awkward “Do we shake hands or hug or what?” moment, but there was something special even about that. Not everything has a magical moment when things clicks and ends in perfect Hollywood style hugs.
So that silly first date was the start of my now year long relationship with my boyfriend. Sometimes the most humble beginnings turn into the best of things.
‘Summer Lovin’…happened so fast~!”
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