Who does that? No one that I’ve ever date.
Lindsay rushed home early to be able to take a picture of us before the big night. “Vick” was running late so she ended up waiting on him – way to make two ladies wait. I then saw his truck fly by our house. He rushed in posed for a pic and off we went. As soon as we stepped outside I spoke to him about driving fast through my neighborhood – we have childrens around here.I climbed into the truck and he had left roses in my seat for me – well I assumed it was for me since I was the only other person riding in the truck last night. Sweet boy.
He immediately started multi-tasking (texting, GPS-ing, entertaining) – I voiced my concern and took over the GPSing. I could tell he was irritated about running late so I sat in silence. Being late makes me EXTREMELY nervous – I have anxiety. After a few moments he began asking what was wrong with me – so I told him. I then told him how I get quiet when I get angry and that I am very passive and that I also worry a lot – really making myself out to be a “catch.”
We arrived at the baseball stadium – yes, the dinner was at the Winston-Salem minor league baseball stadium – pretty cool. We pulled up and I told him he should probably put his tie on – he wasn’t so sure. We walked inside the tent – on the field- so cool- and I immediately noticed we were over dressed. Next year “Vick” can wear his jeans, cowboy boots (oh wait he already was), belt buckle (oh wait he wanted to), dress shirt and a cowboy hat – I just won’t be his date. Sorry, I’m not much into the cowboy look.
First thing we did (literally) was to grab beers. He then introduced me to a few co-workers and their spouses – there were a lot of people to meet. And I’ll be damned if nobody asked who I was. And I was so ready with a response: “So Vick, is this your girlfriend?” – “Yeah, Vick who am I?” Mainly just to be a pain in the ass – but no one asked. One of his co-workers’ wife was super nice. She said she was glad another young person was there for her and that I was her only “competition” – I may be no dime – but she was no competition of mine – I feel pretty confident in saying that. Although when I mentioned it to Vick later in the night he said “I mean I wouldn’t kick her out of bed.” Classy Vick – speak to your mother with that mouth?
The evening was a dinner and an auction. We walked around to look at the auction items and Vick kept stating I needed to pick out my Christmas present. I wanted that coffee picnic set – I mentioned it multiple times – thanks for not bidding on it. They ran out of bottles of beer at one point and we began to drink from tall boys – my kind of work function. The auctioneers were very entertaining and the porta johns were the nicest looking potties I’ve ever used. I started to freeze at one point – I mean we were in a tent on a baseball field – so cool – Vick kept asking if I wanted to cuddle – I believe he was making a joke – I’m not one for PDA. He eventually went and got my coat for me – so sweet. Upon his return to the table I requested a beer to which he said I could have told him that when he went to get my coat – my b. I was so proud of him – everyone seemed to like him (even though one of his bosses made him awkward as ish every time he walked up), he had (from what I could tell) a lot of “dollars” to bid with – for him only being there for such a short time, and he didn’t ignore me and leave me to take care of myself all night – he even won an iPod Touch and a $100 Target gift card – I wonder which will be my Christmas present. As we were leaving he started talking to an older woman I did not recognize so I introduced myself – instead of playing along he blasted me in front of her “um Maggy, you already met her.” Way to let me look dumb.
We left the stadium and he had to potty so I suggested we stop at a local gas station before starting on the adventure home. He parked and then asked me out – again, outside a gas station – romantic. He went to use the lou but it was out of order. He then also stated he shouldn’t have asked me out outside a gas station and asked for a re-do. So I’m waiting on something super romantic – maybe a picnic in a park or a candlelit dinner – maybe a trip to Paris (just throwing that out there). So we will see.
On the ride home I was convinced we were going north, thus heading the wrong way – he was convinced we were headed south. He was correct. Probably not the last time he will prove me wrong.
I had a really good time being his arm candy for the night and an even better time when I convinced him to come to my house this morning to take some furniture to Goodwill.
I need to work on keeping myself in check though because I tend to freak out when I know people do truly like me and I push them away. I don’t like to be very serious so getting serious with someone TERRIFIES me. I’m going to do my best to keep my crazy in check. Plus my male roommate pointed out to me that a dozen roses are expensive and since no other guy has ever given me flowers like that I guess he is one I could keep around for a while.