That first dinner wasn’t really a date, it was a meeting. The next time out, the coming weekend, THAT was a date. All 9 hours of it.
I had gone shopping and splurged and bought a new blouse to wear on our first “real” date. I didn’t know we were going to play miniature golf when I bought it. Not that it would have occurred to me that it was a problem.
So we play miniature golf at Mountasia. That’s the one with one of the holes going through a mountain with a waterfall. At one point, I’m bending over the club to line up the shot from the “tee”. I look down the course towards the hole, and then I look down at the ball. As I look down at the ball sitting there, I suddenly realize that each time I am bending over my blouse hangs open a bit. I stand up and look at my future hubby who is standing directly in front of me. He smiles at me and doesn’t say anything. I bend back over to line up my putt again. And I suddenly realize - he’s looking down my blouse every time I putt. I straighten up again and he smiles again. Then he says “what”? I just blinked at him a minute, silently debating with myself if I should say something. I mentally shrugged to myself and bent over again thinking “oh well” and played on.
We eventually get to the hole that goes through the mountain with the waterfall.
Now I assumed that this was the whole reason he suggested coming here. To get me in there so he could make a move.
Nope. Nothing. Didn’t come anywhere near me. And after all that blouse peaking too, go figure.
At that point I was pretty confused because I was pretty sure he liked me. And he didn’t seem the least bit shy. So naturally I doubted myself, and figured I had it wrong and he wasn’t really interested and was just being polite.
But then we spent another 2 or 3 hours together and knew I was just going to have to take matters into my own hands. Which is how we ended up having drinks (my idea; liquid courage), after which I kidnapped him to the duck pond.
He finally got a clue.
And they lived happily ever after.
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