Merrilee Ann McCombs
Our Story
The blue text is me, the pink text is Merrilee.
Nobody can say that I didn't try to date. Heaven knows I did, as do my roommates. I wouldn't be surprised if the girls I asked out didn't know, but that is how these things work sometimes, I suppose. Ah well. Cami, the ex-girlfriend had dropped me like a hot rock for another guy (BOOOO!!! HISSS!!Well actually YAHOO I get him and you don�t nener nener nener nener!) several months before and I didn't have too much hope of finding someone who would truly care about me. September was a particularly bad month dating-wise too. I figured that a new crop of girls moving into the ward might prove more fruitful than it did, but after a month I had been successfully turned down by any and every girl that had even been nice to me or seemed worth dating, both in and out of the ward, leaving me essentially without hope of finding anyone special at all. I am soooo glad that girls here have no taste in men whatsoever! For if they did, I would not have been so greatly blessed!
I didn't date much. "Merrilee, are you so cold hearted that you said 'no' to every guy who dared to ask you out?" If they had asked I would have said yes! I guess there was something terribly wrong with me for boys did not give me a second look. Did I always have a booger on my nose? Mind you, I would not have had much time for dating, but I would have made time if I was worth dating, but apparently I wasn't, so I tried not to dwell on it and concentrate on my dancing.
I moved to Sacramento to start my dance career thinking that I might eventually get married...at 28 years of age. Thus it never entered into my mind that a wonderful boy would be soon wanting to be with me. ME! Miss booger girl!
It happened, though, that I received word from my family during one of our many calls that a young lady had moved into the ward who was a bit younger than myself. This came as a surprise to me, as my family lives in a family area, and there are NO young women even CLOSE to my age, save my sister, and that's still not very close. My father had seen her sitting with her father who drove her there and offered to take care of her during her stay in Sacramento. She seemed to gain the favor of my family quite quickly, and everyone really liked her. They often mentioned that I should meet her when I came back for Christmas vacation after the semester. I did go to dinner with his family and I had a wonderful time. I loved the atmosphere there and I felt very welcomed and liked. Eric's dad mentioned an older son. "He goes to BYU, served a mission; he is a very good boy." That was it. I wasn't even told his name. Casey told me she was desperately trying to get into BYU Utah so that she could be with this illustrious older brother. I thought, nonchalantly, this dude is greatly loved by his family. Becasue of my mind set as I mentioned earlier, I didn't even think of him with Nutcracker starting. Plus the fact that I didn't see the McDonalds until just before Eric came home, due to rehearsals.
She was only mentioned in passing when she was mentioned at all. "Oh, we invited Merrilee over for dinner after Church today and we ate..." and the like. I tried to remember her name, because I'm terrible with names and I wanted to make a good impression if we were to meet in the future. What got it for me was "Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream." I never forgot after that. I didn't know how true my little reminder was...
One day I looked at my phone and saw that I had a message! I was loved! Yahoo! Brother McDonald's voice was wondering if I would like to go with them to Applebee's after a Nutcracker show that the family was watching. Dag nabbit, I was just performing flowers that show! All my cool parts were already over! A few days later I was visiting my aunt Betha (who was in the ward also) and she told me that papa wanted to set his eldest son and myself up. Liking the idea of being set up with an obviously wonderful guy, I began to hope. I hadn't hoped in 3 years. I anxiously awaited meeting He Who Must Not Be Named (well, I don't recall his family telling me his name, so what I put was legitimate!) Time wasn't going fast enough! Yes, I am impatient. I admit it.
The semester ended and I went home for Christmas. Everyone reminded me that it was possible that Merrilee would be present, and that we would get a chance to meet. Now, I already was rather nervous about meeting her, as she had already manifest qualities that I found attractive (specifically, she was a hit with Heather and Thane and Susie). We entered the chapel and made for the front row, all the while I'm rubbernecking in an attempt to see this particular young lady. I fear that I didn't see her anywhere. Not thinking that I would be seeing him that day, it came as a wonderful shock when I saw him walking in late with his family. Due to terrible eye sight and the hatred of wearing glasses when I don't have to, I couldn't see his face at all. Nevertheless, I felt all bubbly and excited. Personally, I think she's always bubbly and excited. It's so cute and wonderful! I have a confession though, I looked at him from far behind (I was in the last row, he was in the first) quite a bit, getting more excited and nervous by the second.
Mind, I do not mean to say that I knew the face that I should be looking for, but it shouldn't have been too difficult to find a young woman in a crowd of families. I was wrong and it was.
Sacrament meeting proceeded as usual, except for the fact that at one point, Heather said that she could see Merrilee sitting in the back. I tried to casually glance behind me (which is impossible, I found, but I had to try) but I couldn't see her anywhere. Again, I was reminded about how nervous I was and couldn't focus much except on my siblings.And his little siblings were fighting over who could be in his lap. I melted in to the seat! How adorable was he! If I wasn't already bubbly and excited already, this would have done it!
The end of Sacrament meeting came and Heather dashed off, to where, I did not know. A short time later, though, she returned pulling on the hand of a petite young lady who I half expected to be straining the grasp of my little sister.Heck no, I wasn't straining. I wanted to be pulled!
"This is Merrilee-ee," she said, changing the pitch of her voice so as to be almost teasing me about her identity. I extended a hand to shake it and introduced myself, commenting that I had heard a lot about her. She smiled sweetly and said that she had heard a lot about me too. I chuckled lightly, trying to be charming, and said that I hoped that she had heard positive things about me. She conceded to my "joke" and offered a teasing "mostly" in response.I say this did not happen until Applebee's. It is a good thing that I read this or all you poor folk would have been terribly misled. He may argue otherwise, but I know I am right! HAHAHA!
At this point, I was reminded of why so many older brothers dislike their younger siblings. Heather, who had been standing nearby and watching this exchange, said suddenly, and rather loudly for my comfort, "now that you two have met, you can get married!"
I rather liked the idea. Don't ask me how that could be; I don't know. All I know is that the thought definately was pleasant to my mind.
My mind raced. Killing a 9-year-old in Church, even if she might deserve it, was wrong. And I did still love the girl (wait, can we confirm that? ... Okay, yes, I still loved her despite her underhanded manifestation of the foundation of my fear), so killing her simply wouldn't do. Probably wouldn't impress Merrilee either.No, I am pretty darn sure that it would not have. No, I have to be smooth about this.:) He was too cute. I can either reprimand her teasingly. Or I can agree and propose to marry Merrilee on the spot, thus testing her character and how well she handles the "delightful" antics of children.I would have played along but I like the way Eric actually handled it best. Or, I can do what I decided was best in the precious milliseconds I had to actually think about it and consider it carefully.
"Well yes I can, Heather, but I think I'd have to date her first," I responded in an adult-teaching-a-child type manner. I then turned to Merrilee, noticing to myself that the room was much hotter than it had been a few moments ago, and asked if she would like to go on a date with me. YAHOO! My heart was full of activity doing something like fluttering. I think I was too busy noticing how attractive he was to know what my heart was doing exactly. A really REALLY cute boy seemed to want to ask me out!! Wait a minute here, there must be something wrong with him...hmmmm...Oh well!
Looking back, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to put everything on the line right away like that. This girl didn't know anything about me, so how could she possibly agree to going on a date with me? Of course, it wouldn't be fair to make her reject me in front of my sister, who obviously thought the world of her, so perhaps it was the only way to get her to accept my invitation. Boy, kids ARE a great way to get your foot in the door!
To my surprise, shock, horror, and great relief, she said that sounded like a good idea. I don't think I did. I do remember saying yes to him when he asked me if I would like to go on a date with him. Not wanting to sound too animated about the prospect, I said yes with no adjectives attatched. He asked me how long I was going to be there. My reply was "Until Wednesday." He was so disappointed! could a boy possibly be sweeter? I was thinking to myself, "is this really happening to me?"Anxious to keep her from thinking about it longer, I invited her to sit with us during Sunday School before she had to go. She told me that she'd have to leave early, but she accepted my invitation and sat next to me on the bench.Well, actually I had to leave sacrament early. I had been wrestling with skipping warm up. I had never missed class on my own free will before, so this was quite something for me to consider! When Heather and Thane were fighting over him, that did it for me and I decided to stay and just be late for class...
At this time I had noticed that I was trembling somewhat, and I agreed with myself that she was an attractive young lady. She carried herself well, dressed modestly Of course I was dressed modestly! It was freezing outside and inside the church ain't much better! I had a long sleeve shirt on, a sweater, and a coat! BRR!, and had a good humor to her. She was cute too, had a pretty smile, and an attractive figure (not that I was paying attention to that sort of thing, I'm just saying I briefly noticed it...*AHEM*).I wasn't looking at those things either...*AHEM* He was/is quite the looker both in face and body. But I wasn't thinking of such things!
So, this cute girl is sitting next to me, sharing my scriptures during Sunday School. Our hands were reeeeealy close together at one point and of course, the thought to hold her hand crossed my mind.I very much wanted him to. Never having that feelinb before with any other guy told me this boy was extra special. Then my thoughts hit me like a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist:
"NO! DON'T DO THAT! You need to impress this girl! Not try to romance her to death not more than half an hour after meeting her!Romance me to death? Hmmm...quite impossible. C'mon, wake up! No wonder BYU girls don't like you..."Hey, I'm not a stupid BYU girl. I have immense taste, thank you very much! :) Thank goodness!
And with that, any romantic "move" desire I had left me completely.Darn. She left after Sunday School (and after she told me that she had to leave early. Oh well, she must've forgotten...No, I hadn't forgotten, I just couldn't leave.) and I was curious as to when I'd get to see her again. I reported the goings-on to my father during priesthood and got a good ribbing for it.As any self respecting father should. We were going to see her perform in the Nutcracker the next day, so I would have to wait until then. Apparently I was more anxious to see her again than I thought, because everyone was teasing me.
Well, I confess that I don't remember much other than my excitement at attending the performance. When arrived, I made sure to flip rapidly through the program to note when she would be on stage so that I could keep my eyes quite peeled in hopes of glimpsing her again.Isn't he cute folks?! I remember wishing I was the lead candy cane that day, but alas I was not. I wasn't nervous. This was my 20th performance of flowers and I could have done it in my sleep. That was a good thing becuase Ben, a member in the company, was making tooting noises through the whole thing. I made a few back and hoped that Eric didn't notice.Eric didn't notice, because he was sitting way too far back. This sweet girl worries about the strangest things sometimes...
And oh BOY did I see her! There may have been other people dancing with her at the time, but I didn't really notice. She was there and looked very beautiful and did a marvelous job.I was wearing a BRIGHT, gold, fluffy costume. I looked hideous in it! Silly, wonderful boy.
After the performance, we were going to take her to Applebee�s. We left the theatre and Casey, Heather, and myself waited by the back door with flowers for Merrilee to emerge.I was given flowers? Really? Oh, I will let him have this one. Hehe. The rest of the family had gone to get the car. I realized, as we were waiting, that I had no idea where the car was, so both Casey and Heather left to go find it, leaving me alone with flowers. I didn't realize what this meant until it was too late, and Merrilee came through the door, beaming and looking as radiant as ever.I was soooo excited to see him. Again, I felt warm and bubbly inside!And again, she always seems warm and bubbly! :D
I (cautiously) hugged her and lost all sense of where (and who) I was. She felt so tiny and fragile in my arms and I wanted to hold her and protect her forever. I did feel protected. I loved that feeling and was sad when he let go. :( It was just a perfect fit and I was loving having her so close, but it was over quickly and my head returned from its brief vacation in the clouds. I was in the clouds the entire time, I think. I found out very soon that he is quite a flatterer! We talked about Nutty Nutcracker and what I was going to be in it. When I informed himI was going to be a monster, he said something to the effect of, "how could they have such a beautiful girl be a monster? What's the matter with them? Yeah, well...look at the girl! I mean, c'mon! A monster? He still gives me compliments, which I love, because it amkes me feel like a special princes. Which she is.
My head was still in the clouds after the hug, though. You see, she had only removed one arm from around me, so I still had an arm around her as we walked toward where I saw Casey and Heather disappear to. This was no calm affair, not for me. I'm freaking out because I have my arm around a pretty girl and I'm trying desperately not to scare her off by showing too much interest. Yet here I walk, talking and laughing with her as though it were nothing! But it IS something! I can't scare her off, she's too special!He couldn't have scared me off; I was thoroughly enjoying myself! But I was beginning to think this was just a sweet dream and that I would wake up soon and feel more lonely than I had ever felt. :(
So I break off and start to hurry ahead a bit, urging her to keep up. This gives me a nonchalant reason to not have my arm around her (sounds crazy to me too) without looking like a jerk, and she started to run with me. We caught up to my family and went to Applebee�s, not knowing the night was only beginning for us.
Having a car, it was decided that I should take Eric, Casey, and Rusty. On the way to the car, Eric gave me looks that made me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Not on purpose, I was just looking at the most beautiful girl in the whole world and I guess I gave some stuff away! I drove a '99 Volvo at the time, which seemed to impress Eric, because he asked if he could drive it. This was more of a conversation provoking comment. I've driven similar cars at work, and it was a very "sweet ride." How appropriate for the sweet girl."No, my daddy made me promise not to let anyone drive it." Then the dear boy teased me for being the first time. This, I have just proved that he teased me first! On the way, we talked about all sorts of things, including our nick names. I felt at ease with him so quickly, it was simply amazing. Normally very shy and reserved, this was a big deal for me to be like that.
We sat next to each other, with Casey and Rusty sitting across from us. I was hoping to be next to her, or at least across from her so I could justify looking at her, but being near her was enough. Casey and Rusty weren't fools about the situation, and I think they were working together to make this work. I love them a whole lot!!! Bless their souls!!!
Anyway, we ordered our desserts and, much to my surprise, she ordered what I would call a REAL dessert. Not a leaf of lettuce that she would eat half of in order to maintain her ballerina figure. But something SWEET! And she didn't go to the bathroom during the night, so I know she wasn't bulimic or anything. She loved sweets and her body could handle them. Wow!Hehe, he sounds so shocked! My belly was empty and it needed filling, so what better way than with desseert!
Now, her dessert, for some reason, was running late and mine arrived early. I offered to share with her, and she graciously accepted. We shared a plate and quite enjoyed it together. Something that REALLY set her apart from many girls I've known is that when her dessert came, she offered to share it with me. It was a small gesture that meant a lot.It's not that big a deal, I don't think.
During our little dessert, we became more acquainted. I was terribly fascinated by this young woman, and I listened with rapt attention to everything she said and did. I agree. She seemed very relaxed and at ease about everything, not the least bit nervous at all.This was quite true. Again, the significance of this is amazing! She even touched my arm a few times, which I just loved.Hehe, me too. I had to know whether or not she was interested in me, so I began to turn the conversation towards flirting. Talking casually about ways to pick up a girl, and demonstrating a bit too, making sure to exaggerate it so as not to offend. She took it all in stride! I mean, she let me get my arm around her teasingly, move closer to her, and other such amazing things that I don't think a girl would have done if she were disinterested in me (I don't mean "not interested"). Woohoo! It was the cutest thing I had experienced in my life! I don't remember having so much fun and feeling so good about myself in my whole life!
Eventually the time came when we all had to go. (sigh) Casey, Rusty, Merrilee, and myself all piled into her car and started home. Merrilee tends to drive with a heavy foot, and so we were speeding some on the way.Me? Speeting? The very thought is ridiculous! :) Unfortunately, we passed a police car on the way and we thought we saw it turn around. Merrilee offered to show us her apartment, and we readily agreed, not wanting to get a ticket. We were not going to get a ticket! It wasn't a cop and that is not the reason we went to my place. The reason was, I confess, I didn't wasn't this wonderful night to end.
So we went and had a good time talking there for who knows how long. I don't remember much, because at one point my hand brushed Merrilee's and I was amazed at how cold her hands were. I don't remember who offered what, but the next thing I knew I was holding her hands to warm them. Her hands were so tiny and fragile; I wanted to be very careful with them.Such a sweet boy. How the hand holding happened was I mentioned that my hands were cold which is not unusual for me, not intending to mean anything by it, Eric excitedly said, "I can hold them so they will warm up." I was not able to say no and found to my amazement that his were so warm. Down right hot, actually! I mentioned this to him and he said, "well, that is a sure sign that a guy likes you." AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HE SAID HE LIKES ME! HE REALLY REALLY LIKES ME! Warm chills rushed through my body and I tried not to smile too broadly.
We held hands like this for a while, until she told me that her feet were tired. They were on fire! My feet really hurt! Instead of offering to sit (stupid Eric!) I suggested that she lean against me, which she did. Casey and Rusty were shocked at what was going on, but said nothing. I was downright speechless and didn't know what I was doing. It hit me too late that I was probably messing things up with this great girl. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that she probably liked me too to have let me get away with so much. Heck yeah! I think I was trembling and sweating to death, but if I was Merrilee didn't say anything. I just noticed his hands were a bit sweaty.
It was getting late and so I reluctantly commented that we had better get going, justifying my statement by saying that perhaps my family would worry, seeing as how we did not return home with the rest of them. I was very sad about that prospect! Everyone agreed and, since I think Merrilee was barefooted I wasn't, I offered to carry her to the car. She seemed surprised, but allowed me to. It was amazing how light and petite she felt in my arms I felt he was struggling(I was trembling, but not because of her weight...), and the only struggle I had was in focusing on what I was doing and not enjoying the moment too much.
We got to the car all too quickly and I helped her in. We drove home and when we got there, Merrilee turned the car off. The significance of having done so made my mind race. She got out along with us and approached Rusty first, giving him a hug. I knew immediately what this would lead to, and I didn't know what to think of it. The realization was confirmed when she hugged Casey next. She came up to me slowly, apparently giving Casey and Rusty enough time to duck into the house because I didn't see them anywhere, and we hugged. They left, but I wasn't noticing much anything else besides Eric. Her tiny body pressed against me, my arms went all the way around her. I wanted to protect this fragile little woman; keep her safe from the dangers of the world. Oh, it was an unforgettable feeling.I felt what he was thinking very strongly. It was indeed a comfortable feeling.
We hugged for a while too, and I didn't want it to end at that. Me either. I feared that she wanted a kiss, but things had already been moving fast enough without that, and it simply would have been too much. I was pretty sure she wanted me to kiss her too, but that could have been my own raging emotions at the time. I contented myself to ask her out to breakfast with me the next morning, then do a little Christmas shopping. She agreed sweetly and my head swam. The next thing I remember is being inside the house with Casey and Rusty reporting the whole thing to our fatigued parents. They seemed quite surprised at how Merrilee was taken with me, but not so much that I was taken with her. No, wanting Eric to kiss me hadn�t even entered my mind. After all, I had never kissed a fellow before and since I am not a boy, I did not think about until later. I had a hard time sleeping that night. I had way too much energy (like usual) and so, of course, I started dancing. My roommate came out and was surprised to see me. She laughed and told me to go to bed but that was easier said than done! I don�t know when I did finally fall asleep but I do know I should have been exhausted but wasn�t. I was ready by 8 but I delayed calling him as long as I could stand it. I was nervous about calling him. After all I had never called a boy before! Who knows what could have happened! He was just starting breakfast when I called. We arranged for him to call me back once he was done. He didn�t keep me waiting long I am happy to report!!
The next morning I was up early (yeah! No kidding!) and I wolfed down some breakfast before she picked me up. I wish I could remember in better detail the events of the day, but there were a few specific things I remember. I asked her about kissing and she still had VL (Virgin Lips). She also didn't have very much experience with boys.
Before we went to the mall we stopped at Fry�s. While we walked we held hands but when we stopped I snuggled into him. I don�t think he minded, at least he didn�t act like it. Oh I LOVED it! I felt big and manly! Before we left he had to wait in line to play DDR so that he could show off for me! I tried not to laugh in case it would hurt his feelings but it was sooooo hard not too! It was so ADORABLE! I was already quite impressed, he didn�t need to show off for me the silly boy! But I had supposed this to be a boy thing. Hehehe the memory still cracks me up! I don't know what I was thinking. I was probably too determined to impress her.
While we were shopping I paid strict attention to what things she had interest in such that I could buy her a good Christmas present. As my memory serves me, she wanted a particular CD that I said was a little pricey for me to buy at the time (sneaky me-wanting to surprise her), but I silently vowed to return to purchase it when she was no longer with me. Unfortunately I couldn't find it when I did. :( You are too sneaky, mister!
At one point Eric and I stopped in front of a mirror. He looked in and said, "hey, look! There's a pretty girl in that mirror." I looked down and he said, "Yeah, you!." The wonderful thing is that he still does that! So cute!
We also held hands while we walked the mall. By this time I was pretty darn sure she liked me, so I didn't worry about it. It took some getting used to holding her hand, and didn't seem appropriate because we hadn't known each other for very long, but I let it slide. Apparently she was eager to hold my hand too, so we did it lots. Of course! He kept my hand nice and warm! :)
My sweet Eric failed to mention that we saw Rusty looking down on us from the second level of the mall. �Is my family spying on me?� said Eric with a worried tone in his voice. No, they were �Christmas shopping.� Everyone was there except the little ones and mommy McDonald. Bro McDonald pulled me aside and started speaking, �so is he ok? I think he forgot to take his medicine this morning so if he becomes impossible or a pain then just leave him here and we will eventually pick him up.� Then he said seriously, �Take care of my boy will you? He�s a good kid�� then came the good kid and naturally we teased him a bit. Later Eric begged me to tell him what his dad said so I finally gave in and told him. He was (is) so cute I can never say it enough!
Something else happened that shocked me. Eric told me, �If we weren�t going to be apart soon for so long I would ask you to be my girlfriend.� I was speechless. Several minutes later he realized I didn�t say anything to this and he asked with hope in his eyes, �would you be my girlfriend?� I smiled, nodded, and said I would. Wow after three days I wanted to be his girlfriend? This just proves how magnificent he is...
We went to a pancake house that I think is closed now and hand breakfast for lunch. At the pancake house, Eric once again tried to show off. He told me while on his mission he exercised every morning while his companion was in the shower. He did sit ups and push ups and was ultimately able to do two hundred. Boys are such silly creatures! Hey now, girls are too! Haven't you noticed how much you're bubbly and giggly? Cutie pie... Anyway, we went back to her apartment after we had shopped because she had to get to ballet. We looked through photo albums and tickled (I love ticklish girls! And BOY IS SHE EVER!!!) and wrestled (she's very strong!) and just had fun together.
Of course, as you can well imagine, the opportunity for me to kiss her came up, and I won't deny that I wanted to very much! It took a great deal of willpower not to do so. It helped that she told me that she didn't want for us to kiss until we saw each other again in April. So somehow, I don't entirely know how, the whole kissing thing was avoided, but unless I miss my guess, she enjoyed watching me struggle. Lots. Hehehehe...maybe...
Eventually, too soon, she had to get to ballet and I went home. When I arrived at the theater, I found out that I was in deep trouble because I missed a California snow rehearsal. I wasn't even in this rehearsal since I did not perform snow for Nutty Nutcracker! Nobody told me I was supposed to be there! But luckily, the artistic director's wife wasn't there! Ron just didn't talk to me where as his wife would have yelled and screamed! I aited for him to cool off and then the next day I apologized and he was quite nice about it. Of course, Merrilee never tells me any of this, probably so that I wouldn't feel bad. She really is a sweetheart... Later that night she called me up and invited Casey and myself to go see a movie at the theatre with her and her roommate. There wasn't a particular movie that we were going to see, but we went just the same. At the movie theatre, the movie listing didn't seem too appealing, so we opted to go back to her apartment and watch a movie there.
So Casey and Merrilee (my two favorite young women in the whole world) FINALLY what do you mean "finally," bub? We didn't take that long! :) decided on a movie (I'm a good guy and I know better than to choose a movie without first considering the young women present!) and we all cuddled together to watch Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. It's a good movie we'd all enjoy, and we did. Me especially, because I had two pretty girls snuggling into either side of me.
Near the end of the movie, I made the mistake of glancing at Merrilee (I had done so a number of times, but some reason this was different) and she looked gorgeous. Maybe it was the way the light of the screen lit up her face, I don't know, but I was facing a serious dilemma: I wanted to kiss her. A lot. But I shouldn't. She told me she didn't want me to. I couldn't. But oh MAN she looked so pretty. But she said not to. But now would be perfect.
I don't really know what happened. I moved closer to her face and she didn't flinch or anything. I think I kept stopping on the way, struggling madly at the decision. When our lips touched I froze, suddenly shocked at the horrible crime that I had committed against this precious young woman. Now she'd never trust me, she'd never like me or want to date me. It was all over.
But then I noticed that she still hadn't moved. Our lips were still touching and she hadn't done anything about it. I decided to just bite the bullet, since I couldn't have lost any more than I already had by doing this much. To my surprise and awe, she kissed back. Timidly, of course, but it blew my socks off.
This is my version of our first kiss. We sat down to watch the movie and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. After all, I was snuggling into a very handsome boy! I don�t precisely know what happened either. I remember seeing his face in the blue light and suddenly wanted him to kiss me. NO this was too fast! I had told him not to. He will think me fickle! Merrilee later revealed to me that she had positioned herself in such a way that she would look very kissable. I was helpless to her feminine prowess! We rubbed our cheeks together for a time...then his lips were on mine! Oh my goodness I don�t know how to kiss what if I am bad at it? It felt so natural to kiss him! By the end of the day I thought I must no be such a bad kisser for his lips met mine several more times! The movie finished and the DVD went back to the menu. It became annoying after a while because it played the same bit of music over and over, but I didn�t want to turn it off. I lost the remote so I would have had to stand up to turn it off and I was afraid he would leave if I did that. Silly, I know but I didn�t want him to go! Casey, the dear girl was feigning sleep. All too soon Eric �woke� her up and they left. I wasn�t getting any sleep these days!
I think the movie ended, and I got my socks back, but the rest of the night is a total blur. Stupid boy head! Oh well, that's what I get.
The next day, Merrilee was due to fly home to spend Christmas with her family. I don't remember the day very well, but I think I brought her a Christmas present that I had picked up for her at some time. I just remember that, at the airport, it was this close (see my fingers? They're not very far apart right now) to be a very tear-filled goodbye. The pretty princess walked up the escalator and out of my sight, and I didn't know when I'd see her again, but I knew without a doubt that it wouldn't be soon enough.
No, Eric did not give me a Christmas present, but he was right about it being close to a teary good bye. Being anything but last minute, hem hem, I still had not finished packing or delivering presents to people. My last show was a matine�, and I was done and out of the theater by 4:30. In a way, I did not want to go home. Five days ago I was excited to be home for Christmas but now...I had this very sad empty feeling inside. Did we really need to have some of northern California and southern Washington? And Oregon is completely over rated! I didn�t have time to dwell on these sad feelings, which was probably a good thing. The day before, Eric wanted to go on another date but I couldn�t and I wished so badly we could! We set up a time for him to pick me up and take me to the airport. So, to my great surprise, a knock was heard on the door. Who could that be? My heart started fluttering as soon as I opened the door! �I forgot what time I was supposed to pick you up. I would have called but your number is lost.� I should point out that Susie TOLD me her number was lost and so I went. Whether this was true or not, it was the excuse I had been looking for! ;) When I had told my mom this later she immediately said, �ya sure he lost your number he was just trying to make an excuse to see you again.� It�s amazing how often mothers are right! At the time I didn�t suspect anything. I was just happy to see him again. He was so sweet and romantic and he made it very evident that he was going to miss me a lot. I can�t begin to express how that made me feel. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever had. Who says being single is the best condition to be in? People can be really dumb sometimes!
My whole body was in the clouds! Unfortunately these clouds had a clock in them and we parted again. The words good-bye are the saddest in the English language. He had a hard time going, and I loved it! My phone kept ringing though and after I had commented on this he left. I hated seeing him go. But I went like a good girl to answer my phone and low and behold it was Eric�s mommy. �Is Eric over there? We haven�t seen him in awhile and we were worried.� I explained to her that he came to ask me about when to pick me up because my phone number was lost.� Well obviously my number was not lost or she wouldn�t be calling me! �No your number was on the fridge.� See?! See!? She found it later! But she told me it was lost!I think I turned bright pink! How flattering! He really must like me!
The door bell rang again some time later and it was the sweet boy again! He informed me that Casey and his dad were with him so that his dad could drive to the airport and Casey could say good-bye to me also. I liked this new arrangement! We were able to snuggle in the back seat which I loved doing oh so much! Darn it we arrived at the airport already! Like a true gentlemen Eric brought my luggage into the airport (and into the car). I had this sinking feeling in my heart which didn�t make sense. I have known this fellow for 4 days and I feel incomplete without him. We said good-bye many times, and each time I thought, "I do not want to leave this sweet boy!" but alas, I did and boy that wasn�t a fun experience. While I waited for the plane, the loneliness swelled all over me so I called my mom so I would be distracted. Many hours later I arrived home. Dad picked me from the airport and said, "There is my princess who found herself a prince." Indeed I did. :)
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