The First Date
Yesterday, on the facebook timeline, there was one lonely status that appeared in the year 2006. It was from October 20 and it simply stated, "super duper happy right now". That was the day after my first date with Marc, my now husband.
I'm pretty sure on this here blog I've written about how we met, and I've written about the "third date" when I knew I loved him, and I've certainly written about a million other things. But what I am not sure about is if I've written about the first date. The best first date I have ever had. (And yes, that was my last first date, so it really was my best first date in the history of my world.)
It was a Thursday. I was nervous. VERY nervous. I usually didn't get this nervous for dates because I figured if it didn't work out, so be it. But for this particular event, my knees were weak. As I drove to meet him after work at South Street Brewery I called my mom in a panic, as any adult woman would do. (Um, who was that girl? Grow some balls, Emily!) Finally made it to dinner and there he was. We sat at a table, ordered beers and food and he talked. I watched ESPN as my foot was shaking under the table. I had a hard time talking, so I listened for the most part. It got easier, though, once my nerves calmed down. I do remember I ordered something off the appetizer menu, a pizza, and he made fun of me for it. It'd be awhile before I did that again!
After dinner we met at his apartment so we could change out of our work clothes and in to clothes more suitable for a cold night at a football game. If dinner was the opening act, the football game was the main event. UVa was playing UNC. I think!? Sad that I am not positive, but I guess it didn't really matter. While he changed in his apartment, I like the lady I am, changed in the parking lot next to my car. No way was I going up in to this guy's apartment and getting naked. No way, no how. I figured everyone should see me instead of just him! HA! God, I'm weird.
After we changed we headed over to the stadium. We walked. In the dark. Down a dark alley. YES, I thought he was going to murder me. I'm not sure I've ever walked that fast. Not even in NYC! And I'm pretty sure I kept my distance too, in case I had to make a run for it. What was I thinking?!
Make it to the game and it.was.perfect! The conversation was easy. We joked. We laughed. We talked about everything. Couldn't have dreamed up a more perfect date. (Those were the days when I was head over heels in love with college sports. These days I don't have the luxury of time to care.) It was just easy to be around him and I found myself really enjoying what he was saying. During this whole date my mom and friend Sharon were using binoculars to try and spy on me! I should ask if they ever found me because I can't remember. (Gosh I can't remember a lot of that night, oops!)
So UVa wins, game is over, have to walk back to his apartment to my car. I wasn't nearly as worried about him being a murderer at this point, but it did cross my mind.
Get to the car....and this is where it gets oh so weird! I get in thinking, "Alright, nice night, it's late, I have a 30 minute drive ahead of me, gotta get going." I'm pretty sure he was thinking, "Oh man, great night, lets keep talking and listen to a lot of DMB songs."
He made me listen to SO many Dave Matthews Band songs. During those days I mildly liked DMB, nothing like the love I have for them now. He just kept telling me to listen to this lyric, and how about this one part in a song, and blah blah blah. I wanna say it was like 1 AM or something. I had work the next day, I had a dog at home, I had a weird guy standing outside of my car that won't let me leave. GOD HELP ME!
Finally I was able to pry his fingers off my car and head home.
The next morning I knew I'd have to give my impression to my carpool mates, Gary and Jeff. Sure enough, as soon as I got in, they asked me how it went.
"Perfect. The most perfect date ever. He is resume good. Everything about him on paper looks awesome."
Never trust a woman when she says "but", it's not gonna be good.
"But, he's too nice." (Seriously, 26 year old Emily, seriously?!)
Oh God did Gary and Jeff jump ALL over that!!!! Too nice, too nice? What does that mean? They asked why it didn't work out with other guys. I said, "Because they were assholes."
DING DING DING. They basically told me I was being dumb and to give the nice guy a chance.
I mean, I guess I could do that.
After their pep talk I figured he really was nice and I really did have a perfect evening with him. Minus the creepy music part of the night. (As you can imagine, I still give him a ton of shit for that.)
So on that Friday in October, I wrote "super duper happy right now". It's so crazy that for an entire year of status updates Facebook chose that one little line to keep!
Anyhoo, I was feeling great. Best first date ever. Life was good. I was happy.
Until Saturday morning happened.
I was laying in bed, it was very early, I was blind as a bat and groggy, when I received a text message. A text from Marc asking if I WANTED TO DRIVE TO ROANOKE WITH HIM TO HELP CELEBRATE HIS PARENT'S ANNIVERSARY.
Um, no way, no how. Nu uh. Two hours in a car with this guy? What if it was boring after 30 minutes. Meeting the whole fam? Staying the night? Two hours back. "You have GOT to be joking!" I thought. My heart was beating insanely fast at this point and I was hot and bothered. What do I write back? How do I gently tell this bafoon no way jose?
So I was an adult and told the truth! I let him know that on Saturdays I lay in bed until noon and I watch football all day. Hand to God that is what I did for a long, long time.
He was gracious about it and said he understood. I am sure he thought I was lying. I am also sure this was one of the many times he thought he was dead in the water.
Now, I will admit that after meeting his family I now see why he invited me. They are awesome! Easy to talk to and get along with and it wouldn't have been weird at all. So meeting them would have been easy. Still not sure about the car ride and staying over, though. :-)
During the Monday drive in with my COT (inside joke) I let them know about this huge red flag of him inviting me to meet his family after one date. Gary thought nothing of it. Thought it was a nice gesture and that I should have gone. Mental note, don't listen to Gary, EVER! I don't actually remember what Jeff said, but I am sure it was along the lines of "don't be an idiot and over think this." Even if it's not what he says, it sounds good now!
So, a special shout out to Gary and Jeff for my pep talks. They really did help me stay in this relationship in those early days. They saw what I couldn't, Marc was perfect, he was especially perfect for me.
Ladies, always go for the nice guy, you'll never be sorry!
To Emily, circa 2006, trust your feelings and go for it, he'll end up giving you the three most perfect beings you've ever laid eyes on, and he'll protect you and take care of you in your dark moments, and make you laugh and sing in your brightest moments. He's nice, go for it! Stop thinking so damn much!
And that mah friends was our first date. The perfect, nice, resume good guy won over a hard headed, bitchy, lonely gal.
For the record, every time someone in my life met him, they agreed that he was "too nice"! HA!