Temporary? Insanity

I’m not much for following blogging trends.  I tend to ignore memes and carnivals and post-about-such-and-such on such-and-such-day.  I’d like to say it’s because I’m an independent minded thinker who marches to the beat of her own drummer, but in all honesty, I have the same sense of rhythm as a dying fish.

I remember going to dances as a teen, and there would be dances like the electric slide or the macarena, and I refused to dance them.  Sometimes, when I was feeling really idiotic cool, I’d even get up and make up my own dance.

Yeah.

It was worse than you’re currently imagining. Trust me. I can’t dance.

Anyway, I figure if Sue can do a meme and a carnival all in one go, why not me? Plus life is a bit dull at the moment and I haven’t anything else to write about anyway. Sue listed the fellows she’s kissed in her life, and I thought about doing the same, but that list would be embarrassingly short. So I figured I’d list all the fellows I’ve ever gone on a date with.

Also an embarrassingly short list, but hey, this is going to be fun.

1) Andrew. Andrew was an absolute sweetie and took me on my first date ever. I was twenty years old at the time. Yes. Kinda sad. He thought so too, and decided to make sure that my first date wouldn’t end up as one of the all too common disaster stories. We hiked along the beach, climbed the tide pools out to this mammoth rock that was a blast to climb, and leaned against the one tree growing on top of it as we watched the sunset and chatted for two hours. It was relaxing and companionable and he bought me ice cream afterwards.

2) James. James was six years older than me but was a trifle smitten with my quiet sweetness. He told his mum who told my grandma who told me that I was “too young for him, but had the most beautiful brown eyes.” Yes, I admit, I swooned a bit when I heard that, as I’d had a wee (okay, huge) crush on him for quite some time. After several months of meaningful looks and smiles he finally asked me out. He took me ice skating and it was…horribly dull. We skated in circles then he took me home. And that was pretty much the end of that.

3) Fraser. Fraser was my first kiss. We’d been taking a creative writing class at the local community college and he’d been struck by something I’d written and asked me out. We ended up having a very intense conversation at a local pub, him nurturing a beer or two while I twiddled my straw around in my ice filled mug of Sprite. Funny thing? I hate Sprite. I think we had a grand total of two dates, maybe three, before I broke it off. I was thoroughly smitten, but frightened off by the stark differences in our outlook on life.

4) When I told my online chum Dave about Fraser, he declared his love for me. Which was a bit head spinning. We’d been emailing, writing letters, and sending packages to each other since I was eighteen. Dave had a huge influence on me during that time period. He guided my tastes in music, books, and movies, and even converted me into a fan of his favourite football team. He was always calling himself my Uncle Dave, and I adored him. Our messages to each other became fond, but we kept up our cheery, mocking tone throughout, dreaming up crazy wild scenarios of what would happen if we ever did meet. We never did. He broke my heart a wee bit, I’ll admit, when he suddenly stopped writing. I do hear from him now every year or two, just briefly, and then he’s gone again.

5) Steve. Steve was a sweet, shy, incredibly intelligent fellow about six years older than me. We went on three dates, and then he never spoke to me ever again. Didn’t phone, didn’t email, and avoided making eye contact with me at church.

6) Strater. Strater was someone I’d been smitten with for a solid year before his attention finally turned to me. He’d had fun playing the field and was a famed make out King. I had a small party at a house I was housesitting at and he was the only one who came. Things progressed from there. The next week he went away to school, sent me a few sweet emails, declared his love for me, then didn’t write me ever again. I overheard his dad telling someone a few weeks later that he’d met his dream girl at school.

Between Dave, Steve, and Strater, I was pretty emotionally wrecked at this point.

7) Tom. Tom was a passing fancy. We’d met at a church dance just before he left to serve a mission. He asked me dance three times, and that made me feel all warm and smiley so I got up the nerve to write him while he was away. We exchanged many funny letters and when he came home he took me to a nice Italian restaurant and then for a walk in a nearby park. I found him a bit intimidating because of how much more educated he was, but enjoyed the date regardless. The next week he got together with his best friend, who’d finally got through his head that he felt the same way about her as she felt about him. They made a sweet couple and I wasn’t too bothered.

8) A week after that date with Tom I met Neil. It started as flirting, then kissing, and then we thought hey…why not see if there’s something more to this? Lo and behold, there was. He was really in with a chance since he never stopped phoning and writing, and didn’t swan off with someone else in the middle of our dating experience. No wonder I married him, eh?

More sad than funny, really…but there you have it.

Poor Emma and Becca. They are going to get such an earful when their time comes…