Saturday, August 11, 2007

How I met my Prince Charming - Part III

This is the third post in a series. To catch up, read here first and then here.

So, I'm sitting there, trying to answer his questions when I realize that I'm slurring a bit. I wondered, does he notice? I began to get that feeling of am I really opening my eyes as big as it feels? I'm wondering just how dilated are my pupils (you know, Sudafed does that!) And then thoughts run through my head . . . Should I explain myself? Should I tell him I'm hyped up on Sudafed and wine? And how I tried to avoid this date, but Robin MADE me come! Nnnaaahhh! It can't be that bad, right?

So, we ordered our food. He ordered an appetizer of raw oysters on the half shell (eewww!) and I ordered sushi rolls. And then he proceeded to ask me if I liked raw oysters. Under my breath . . . disgusting! How can anybody eat that stuff. It's slimy, gooey, kind of snot feeling . . . so I answer him with all honesty (ok, not all) and say that I occassionally have one or two (NEVER!NEVER!NEVER!). And here is why lying is not such a good thing . . . he slapped one of those oyster thingys on a cracker, topped it with tobasco sauce and handed it to me. Huh? What? I'm supposed to eat this thing? Eeeww! Eeeew! Eeeeww!!!! So, I collect myself - trying hard not to gag, and just decided to swallow that thing whole. Oh my gosh -- I almost barfed (barfed --- I love that word. Remember middle school!)

I'm not sure why I bothered to order sushi rolls. I was completely self conscious about my skills with chop sticks, so I really didn't eat much. What a waste of good sushi!

So, after about an hour or so, Robin and I excused ourselves to the bathroom for a little girl talk -- ya know - the mid date update! So, I commenced to telling her that I was wwwwaaaayyyy impressed. I asked her if she noticed the slurs and she said she did not. I looked at myself in the mirror and surprise - pupils were not as dilated as I thought! Whew! So, it looked as if everything was going well. So, with a big thumbs up, we returned to our seats at the table. We began a little small talk and mere moments later, Robin stands up with her husband and says something like . . . we need to get home, have early morning something 'er other, calling it a night. So, I stand up to gather my things, thinking this is the end of the date when all of the sudden Prince Charming chimes in and said that he completely understands and then he looked at me and said that he would very much like for me to stay and we could sit and talk for a while -- get to know each other. And also that he had been speaking with one of his friends who just happened to be to be at the local pizza joint and he was hoping that we could go over there and meet him. Wow! He's in love! He wants to marry me! I knew it!! Ok, so maybe I'm being a bit dramatic over here! But, I did take his comments as a good sign that things were going well. So, the boring part . . . we sat and talked . . . blah, blah, blah . . . skip this part . . . and then went to the pizza joint. We joined his friend, Phil and talked some more . . . blah! blah! blah! And then we made the preverbial mistake of bringing up politics and religion. Definite date killer, right? Well, Prince Charming's friend is a little (just a touch) more liberal than me (considering I'm not liberal at all -extremely conservative in case you're wondering. I know! Who would have thunk it!). I'm never quite sure of his actual stance on certain issues because he likes to play the "devil's advocate". Well, apparently, he chose this night to do the same. So, after I completely ripped his friend a new one on several issues such as abortion and gay marriage, I excused myself to the restroom.

Standing there, I thought well, you might as well call this date over. I was too passionate in the discussion and I've completely freaked him out. Man, why can't I control my tongue. Oh yes, we'll blame it on the Sudafed and wine (which, in all honesty, has probably worn off by now)

So, I returned to the two stunned guys at the table (actually, they didn't looked stuneed at all) and in short order, Prince Charming decided that it was getting late and he needed to get me back to my car. Oh no! The dreaded end of the date awkward moment . . . do we shake hands? do we hug? what about a small kiss on the cheek? is he going to lean in for a real kiss? and if he does, what do I do?

We drove back to my car in mostly ackward silence. He got out of the truck and came around and opened my door (what a gentleman!). I stepped away from the vehicle, he shut the door and then he began the good night speech. It went something like this . . .

Prince Charming: "Well, I had a great time. I'm so glad Robin introduced us. Maybe I could get your number and we could do this again sometime."

Me: "Absolutely. Here, I'll write my number down."

Prince Charming: "My schedule is pretty busy for the next couple of weeks. I've got training in Atlanta and a lot going on. So, I'm not sure I'll be in town. But, when I get back, I'll give you a call. Does that sound ok?"

Me: (does that sound ok . . .trying not to show a disappointed face because it really sounds as if he's giving me some kind of line . . . yeah, sure, you're gonna call --- NOT!) "Oh yes, that sounds fine!"

So, we hug, wish each other a good night and part ways.

Oh man, I can still feel that feeling I had when I climbed into my car. What a night of emotions! I went from not wanting to meet this guy, to thinking he was absolutely too good to be true, to thinking that I was a catch and he really thought this date was going well, to I'll probably never see him again. So, I did what any single Christian girl would do . . . I prayed.

Dear Lord, thank you so much for sending this guy into my life. Thank you for restoring my faith in your power and your plan. Lord, I'm not sure why this happened but, if it be your will, please let me see this rockin' gorgeous guy again (what? you don't think the Lord has a sense of humor?)Amen. Ok, maybe that wasn't the exact prayer - but it went something like that.
Tune in tomorrow for . . . Will he call? and Dating advice from friends.

To my friend and fellow blogger Megan at Fried Okra, thanks for reading and commenting. I really would have like to have told a more exciting story. If other readers want to know what I'm talking about, go to the comments section on "How I Met My Prince Charming Part II" and read her comment -- she's hilarious! Oh, and pop over to her blog if you get a chance.

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