A good neck-tie can get a guy far....
After I had returned back from my family's Christmas/New Year's Holiday retreat up in Big Bear, California, I once again crossed paths with Sean in the halls at church. (I hadn't seen him since the night of the ornament and chocolate.) It was the first Sunday of the year 2002. On this day, Sean was wearing the typical white shirt, dark slacks, but had a cool, sky-blue tie on. (I later learned it was a "Tommy Tie" meaning Tommy Hilfilger--the only kind of ties he wore) One who didn't really think twice about complimenting something I like, I said to him, "I like your tie." Sean smiled and replied, "Thanks. So, when are we going to go out?" I was a little taken aback, but quick on the draw; I returned with a coy smile, "I guess when you call me and ask me out on a date," and then continued on my way down the hall. Three days later Sean called to ask me out for a date on Saturday.
I remember getting ready for the date and my married sister Heather, with her husband and baby boy, were over at my parents' house for dinner. Heather was sitting on my four poster bed as I got dressed asking me about this guy I was going on a date with. I briefly described him and said, "He is a really good guy." (And at that point in my life, that was exactly what I needed....a good guy.) I think Heather even said something to that effect. When Sean came to pick me up, I invited him in to meet the family. Poor guy probably had no idea what that meant. Seven people were seated around the dining room table as he walked in. My dad was seated at the far head of the table, so Sean walked around the table, passed all 14 scrutinizing eyes, to shake my father's hand. I introduced him to everyone, and when I felt I had tested him with enough torture in front of the firing squad we left for the date. (Of course Sean did great. My parents were impressed, and my young sisters thought he was cute. Heather and Joel were just glad I was going out with a good guy.)
It was a good first date as first dates go. Pretty much for me I just hope from a first date a few simple things: I feel safe and comfortable, we talk easily, he makes me smile...or even better, laugh, and he doesn't make me pay. Sean fulfilled all requirements. Plus he was dressed snazzy so that was BONUS! We doubled with his sister Stacy and her boyfriend Dustin (now they are married.) I totally remember like every detail from the date, but I won't bore any readers with all of them. To sum it up: We had dinner at B.J.'s and afterwards went back to my house to watch "Legally Blonde" (he wanted to see me in it). Overall, it was fun, but I wasn't too sure if there'd be a second date. Two days later I got my answer.
At FHE on Monday, Sean played it cool all night, but the "games were on". Finally, he pulled me aside and asked if he had a date with me this weekend. I said, "Sure, but it's got to be Saturday because someone else already got Friday." (I know I sound like a total brat, but that's just how I played, it was a defensive mechanism) My Friday date was pleasant, nice guy, but I knew it was a no-go for me almost even before it started. I kept thinking, I just wish it was Saturday instead of Friday. Well, that was the last date I ever went on with another guy.... (stay tuned for next Memory Monday)
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
-Margaret D. Nadauld