On Day 2 of the new year, we picked up where we left off. We had discussed chatting on the phone, you know, voices and all.. I couldn’t wait to hear him. He said he’d call me and we could set a time to meet up.. so I was like why don’t you just call me now and we can figure that out. So he obliged and when I got on the phone.. he was like oh, I meant we can talk on the phone, I was thinking we could meet Wednesday. WEDNESDAY?!?!?! Really, you’re going to make me wait? I didn’t say any of this of course, I just played it cool. I said oh.. ha, I just totally misunderstood, yeah, Wednesday is fine, go eat your lunch, and do your painting and we can talk later, I’m sorry. I hung up and thank goodness he couldn’t see me because I was about a thousand shades of red. I admittedly told him that I misunderstood and I was a bit embarrassed. I’m just no good at dating.
The phone call finally comes and we just talk like we’ve known each other for years. There isn’t any of that awkward silence or fumbled words, we flow. And we flow for about 3.5 hours. At this point, its dark outside and I’m sitting on my bed twirling my hair like a school girl with a crush on the popular boy in class. I’m going to make my move I tell myself. Screw Wednesday, I’m meeting him tonight. I suggest this to him, at first I think he thought I was joking.. he said tomorrow would be better.. and I said yeah I suppose but.. why not tonight?! So we both grudgingly hang up with one another in order to get ready. We had such a hard time just hanging up the phone. I jumped up excitedly and immediately ran to the bathroom to do makeup and hair.. oh geez.. I was going to meet him, butterflies coursed through my body. I hadn’t eaten anything all day and we were supposed to get drinks.. this could be a bad combo.. I let him know I should probably eat.
We decided on a southwest grill place called Sonterra in Colorado Springs. I was there earlier than him and I waited out front for him, looking at each car that passed by going… oh god.. what if he keeps driving.. oh man.. my nerves were at an all-time high! He finally drove by and parked around the corner. I saw him cross the street towards me, and saw him at the corner. I looked the opposite way, as to not stare, in case my blind ass started smiling at some guy that wasn’t him.. and freak him out. Also I wanted to appear cool and collected. I finally turned around and acted a little surprised that he was there. I shyly smiled and walked toward him. He hugged me.. oh god and did he smell amazing. *sigh* yes… it was that good.
We walked in and got a little booth in the back. I ordered a salad, yes cliché.. but it was a bomb ass salad. We both had beer.. dos equis.. that kind of makes us pretty bad ass. Yup, bad ass. I had a hard time looking at him in the beginning, I was nervous.. and shy. Now some of you reading this are thinking.. You.. shy?? Are you on crack woman, you haven’t been shy a day in your life. Well I assure you, when I’m around someone I like.. I’m shy as a button. I wanted to get lost in his eyes but I was afraid I was going to turn into soup on the floor.
The night progressed and we joked about how the match.com commercial crew was secretly filming us and we were going to be that couple. What a night, he was a riot, a gentleman and I just could not get enough of him. I ended up sitting next to him at one point showing him a few pictures just because they were topical and I’m a visual person. He said I smelled amazing.. and I’m thinking.. is this for real… we are both so into each other.. he complimented the curl in my hair… goodness was this guy awesome. He got up to hit the boys room, I checked out my phone and even texted my mom and said “OMG, he’s amazing, I think I’ll have a boyfriend soon” Yup there that is for the public to see.. You’re welcome haha. I honestly felt that sure about that night.
We ended up being the last people in the restaurant. He kissed me as we sat there in the booth, i've never had a guy just openly kiss me in a restaurant of public place like that. I wasn't sure how to react, I was kind of ok with it, i just enjoyed him, and thats all that mattered. Just before we left, I noticed a cactus in the front area and for the life of me, I can’t figure out why I’m such a goofball but I looked at it, I looked him and said.. omg, a cactus, we should name him. A few seconds later he pops up and says.. “Otis” yup, otis the cactus. I told him I wanted to remember this moment, he said he would, but I got a business card, flipped it over and wrote “OTIS the cactus 1/2/2012” on the back and gave it to him to keep.. and that was just the beginning…..
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