(MLS: My Love Story – Part 5!)
Eventually, Jeff asked me out. On a date! But the actual asking-Jayme-out-on-a-date wasn’t a smooth process. Not his fault. Not my fault. Not anyone’s fault, really. Just one of those things.
The day started off like any other Saturday morning in November. (November 22, 2008 to be exact!) I had just moved in with a new roommate a couple of weeks ago, so I was still kind of settling in. I didn’t have any major plans for the day – maybe I’d organize, set things up, buy some groceries, who knows?
I believe it was early afternoon when Jeff called to ask if I wanted to come over to a mutual friend’s house and play board games with a group that was assembling there. Sure!
I got there. We played games. There was about 10 or so of us. At one point in time, someone asked “What’s everyone doing tonight?” A few of the people were heading to a friend’s birthday party (Birthday Bob), but I didn’t know him well and it was quite a distance away, so I hadn’t planned on going.
Late afternoon (around 4:00), the games were breaking up. The party goers were going to go get ready for Birthday Bob’s party. Others had other plans. Somehow, it was just Jeff and I left alone in the kitchen. (Okay, I might have hung back intentionally taking my time about leaving, but I wasn’t super awkward about it. I don’t think.) Anyway, cue music from the heavens…
Jeff: “So, you really don’t have any plans for tonight?”
Me: “Nope.” (Hoping that this might be the moment that he’d ask me out, but I had been here before, so trying not to get my hopes up.)
Jeff: “Well, then I was wondering…”
Enter another friend! Let’s call him Friendly Fred.
Friendly Fred: “Hey, did you guys see that there are deer in the street?” (Note: This house was near a wooden area near a river. Deer were quite frequent.)
Jeff: “No, we didn’t.”
Jayme: “Nope.” (Starting to blush and looking down, not making eye contact with either of them.)
Friendly Fred: “Yeah, it was pretty cool. I saw one jump the fence and start walking across the street.”
Jeff: “Yeah, they do that. I noticed that they’ve been eating some of the flowers near the side of the house.”
Friendly Fred: “That’s just so cool. I mean, they really are really neat. Hey, where did everyone go?”
Jeff: “Some of them are going to Birthday Bob’s party. Some had other plans.”
Friendly Fred: “Oh, can anyone go to that party?”
Jeff: “I think so. You can get a hold of Carpooling Cathy as I think a group of them are carpooling to leave at around 5:00.”
Friendly Fred: “Neat. Are you guys going?”
Jeff: “No, I don’t think so. We don’t know Birthday Bob very well. I don’t know what I’m doing yet.”
(At this point, I start to wonder if I should leave. What’s a good way to end this conversation with Friendly Fred? Plus, I thought Jeff was going to ask me out, but now the moment is all ruined. And what if he’s changed his mind during all of this? Then that’s even more awkward if I stick around.)
Friendly Fred: “Okay, well, I think I’ll go call Carpooling Cathy and see if I can get a ride.”
Jeff: “Sounds good.”
Finally, Friendly Fred leaves! And I continue my “insecure girl routine”: Should I follow and leave too? Should I stay? Did I mess up my chances? Did Jeff re-think his decision? Maybe I read him wrong! Maybe he wasn’t going to ask me out after all! Maybe he wishes I would just leave, right behind Friendly Fred. Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness! Why can’t the Rapture happen now!? Is this any way for a 28 year old to act?!
Jeff: “So, I was saying before…Since you don’t have any plans tonight, I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date. With me.”
Me: “Really?” (Smiling. Blushing. Probably just now starting to look at him again.)
Jeff: “Yes, really. With me. If you want.”
Me: “Yes, I would love to. But I need to run home first.” (I really did, I had something in my car – I can’t remember what – that I needed to get to my roommate before that night.)
Jeff: “Okay, that’s fine. Why don’t I pick you up in like an hour from now? Is that enough time?”
Me: “Yes, I just have to drop something off. I could meet you back here though if you wanted.”
Jeff: “Nope, I’ll come pick you up.”
So he did. An hour later, just as promised. (Turns out he was actually there early, but he parked a block away and waited in his car for 10 minutes before pulling up into my driveway, so that he was right on time.)
More to come on that actual first date…just know that it was a good first date, even if it took some effort to get the question asked!