Rice with Mango

This past Saturday night (and ever since) was amazing...exciting, sweet, different, intense. Everything felt right. So right that I was (am) a little scared. I want to share every detail, the facts, the emotions, the thoughts. But I've probably already said too much. And anyway, I want to start with the end. Yes, even the end was wonderfully fun (although I didn't want it to end...am I making any sense?).

Saying Goodbye
We're at my car (he walked me to my car = brownie point) and when we were ready to leave (it was really hard to go...I don't know if either of us were ready = lots of brownie points), he asked me to call him when I got home (brownie point).

Goodnight Phone Conversation
So, we're talking a bit. He tells me he's having flashbacks of the evening (brownie point). I tell him I have been recounting the evening myself (hmmmm, do I get brownie points?). And I keep talking.

Suddenly, a rumbling on the phone. I hear this intense, deep, somewhat roaring sound. I've never experienced an earthquake, but the noise was just how I've always imagined it to be.

I call his name, still unsure of what I was hearing. Shhhh...I'm listening intently...and there it is again.

GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWW

He's snoring!

At this point I'm thinking to myself, "God, I hope he was just really tired and relaxed from the drinks we had earlier, and not because I bored him." (Should I deduct the brownie points? I can't. I like him too much.)

The Fun Begins
My daughter walks in, astonished and somewhat appalled that I was on the phone at that hour (mind you, she's 9 and still awake...but that's another story). She asks to whom I'm talking. I tell her he's snoring. She says, "Mommy, poor thing, he's probably really tired. Hang up!"

I call his name once again (I think I'm enjoying that) at a moment of silence, hoping I can wake him up.

GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWW

I chuckle, which is all it takes to get my daughter started laughing. I try to quiet her, fearing he might wake up and hear her. (Yea, right! It was REM sleep at its best.)

Moment of silence..."Hellooooooo..." I call his name.

GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWW

I'm laughing a bit harder now, and my daughter is cracking up!

Moment of silence..."Helloooooo! I'm hanging up!"

GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWW

This time, my daughter hears the GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAWWWW and loses it completely. We are pretty much hysterical at this point, crying from laughing so hard...the kind of laugh that comes from deep inside your belly and shakes you so much it hurts.

What an awesome laugh!

He wakes up!!! He realizes what happened, I tell him about our belly laugh, he laughs (as much as one can laugh when half asleep), and we hang up.

So, that was the end of that night. What he didn't know yet was how much my daughter loves to lay in bed and have laughing attacks before going to sleep. She loves to laugh and make others laugh. It was perfect. A perfect ending to a perfect evening...and hopefully just the beginning.

If we continue to enjoy each other the way we did that night and make each other laugh the way we have already done several times [I'll let you insert something wonderful here].

The Next Morning

Okay, I just can't end with the ending. I'm compelled to continue with our conversation the next morning because something happened...he said something that touched me so deeply...it rocked my core.

He said it was a special feeling to wake up hearing her laughter in the background. He said it was a great feeling to woo a fantastic woman and priceless to make her child totally lose it with laughter.

I'm still melting. (And my brownie points calculator blew up. Anyone have one I can borrow?) :O)

P.S. 'Epic' on the Richter scale stands for "never recorded" and "extremely rare." ;o) Read about the Richter Magnitude Scale.

Posted by Me at 8:41 PM 6 comments  

I can't believe I haven't written in so long. God knows I've had things to write about. Let me tell you this story, which still baffles me. It's like this...

I had gotten a few winks and e-mails from a couple of guys on my online dating site. I wasn't sure about either one, but after getting multiple e-mail messages, I decided to reply to one of them (you never know, you know?).

We met up at a local Starbucks (surprise, surprise). I called him when I got there, asking him where he was. He didn't tell me and just said to come inside. I had never been to this Starbucks before (miracle).

Of course I knew he was watching me walk in, which was a bit uncomfortable, although kind of sexy. I looked around and couldn't spot him. Finally, as I turned to face the door again, I noticed him sitting in a big chair in a corner. I started walking toward him. And then it happened.

To his right was an empty big chair, and to the right of that chair was a guy on his laptop. As I got closer, the guy on the laptop looked up.

He was the other guy who had e-mailed me and who I hadn't answered!

I sat right between them.

I started talking to...we'll call him Patrick...but so many thoughts were going through my mind. I couldn't believe...we'll call him Spongebob...was there too! I never sent Spongebob a wink or message. Or had I? No, I was sure I hadn't. Definitely not an e-mail. Maybe a wink. No, no. Or maybe. Aaaaaaaaaaa!

Patrick and I went to get coffee. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, when we went back to sit he suggested I sit down in the big leather chair to his left. I told him I was fine in the other one, but he insisted it was more comfortable.

The big leather chair faced Spongebob. There we were. A perfect triangle. Both in front of me. Spongebob a little to the left. Patrick a little to the right.

Talking to Patrick, I could see Spongebob from the corner of my left eye look at me every so often.

Did they know each other? I couldn't help but wonder. I mean, what a freakin' coincidence! I guess I'll never know.

Posted by Me at 7:10 PM 4 comments  

I've fallen before, but not like this. And I don't mean fall in love; I mean literally, unfortunately.

I had a really nice date the other night. We went to a movie then a local, cozy bar for a drink. Great conversation, and he somewhat formally said he wanted to date me. I thought it was adorable.

Walking back to the car to leave, I stepped up onto the sidewalk, my heel went into a hole, my ankle twisted and I fell. Yes, I fell...literally...on my first date. I was so embarrassed.

No, he didn't laugh and yes, he helped me up.

Posted by Me at 7:46 PM 0 comments  

Picture this...you're on your way to meet this guy (or girl, for that matter) that contacted you via your online dating service. You had planned to go to the mall to see a movie, get something to eat...basically, get to know each other.

He calls you and says to come by his place because someone's coming over to help him install the new satellite box he bought. He says he'll come out and, if you feel comfortable, then you can come inside. (I know, I know...stupid...crazy...dangerous...you never know...it CAN happen to you...etc.)

So you get there and it starts pouring just before he comes outside, without an umbrella, so you both just run inside. The satellite guy isn't there. It's just you and this guy...and a HUGE Rottweiler.

After waiting several minutes for the guy to finish doing the dishes (he was clearly trying to clean up before I got there, and I CLEARLY got there too soon!) and bonding with the Rottweiler, you somehow end up helping the guy set up the new satellite box. (No, the satellite guy never showed up.)

So now you're in his room...upstairs...the front door is a bit far away...and you've forgotten where you put your purse. (Yes, these things were already going through my mind.) The whole situation is a bit strange, but it actually feels like you've known this guy forever. After all, you're helping him set up his satellite. That's like, SACRED!

You're connecting and unplugging all kinds of cables. He has two satellite dishes. Cables everywhere. Things aren't working. He goes downstairs to check the connections/settings on the other TV. You look around and find a HOCKEY MASK...like Jason in Friday the 13th...and it's nowhere near Halloween. Just as your heart reaches your throat, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. As you turn around, trying to wipe the mortified expression off your face, your eyes find handcuffs on the bedside table.

You say, "What's with the Jason mask?" He says, "I don't know."

In a NANO-SECOND, a thousand thoughts are going through your mind. Is he a psycho or interestingly kinky? Should I run or can we maybe have some fun?

I didn't run. He was SO HOT!

Nothing happened...I mean NOTHING. ;)

Posted by Me at 10:52 AM 2 comments  

This really nice looking guy...beautiful eyes...sent me his number via my online dating site e-mail, so I called him. I admit I was relieved he wasted no time. The e-mailing gets tiring. The conversation started out nice, then he asked me what I did for transportation. What the...? Did this guy just ask me what I did for transportation? This guy as a teenager probably asked all the girls what car they drove...now he's grown into what they "do for transportation." What a joke. Ridiculous. The rest went like this:

"What do I do for transportation?"
"Yes, what do you do for transportation?"
"Uh, errr, well, I drive."
"What do you drive?"
"What car do I drive?" (OK, is this guy for real?!)
"Well, your profile says you work in hospitality/transportation."
"Oh, I forgot about that! I work in the travel industry...it was the closest category. I thought you were asking me what I drive!" (MAJOR blonde moment!)

As you can imagine, the conversation didn't last much longer...don't think I'll be hearing from this one again.

Posted by Me at 6:58 PM 1 comments  

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