no date for me...I am trying to hold off going to Urgent Care because we have another series of severe storms coming in and my dog cant be left alone in them. (my right arm is giving me lots of problems)
but..if someone were to ask me out for this weekend, where would I want to go? Hmmmm....
the movies is so cliche-ish. So no, not there. We have a lovely botanical garden in my town and they have a lovely collection of trees that we could wander in, especially as the storm starts to breeze in and you can almost feel its pulse as it comes closer... hair whipping around as I point out the differences in trees and how they are shaped according to their varieties. I would get lost in my knowledge to wear down my anxiety, to have something to focus on while he watches me, listening but really more so watching my face, especially my lips as I talk about the larch and the beech and the sprawl of the spreading juniper...
they have a great restaurant inside the marbled building. A nice tall glass of herbal ice tea and a fancy croissant sandwhich, followed by a piece of cheesecake shared by the two of us...
we talk and as I sense him watching me intently, I blush and sometimes get a little giddy in my speech. Finally I sit back against the huge wall of windows where the restaurant overlooks the beautiful glacier lake and look right at him instead of pouring out words from my bottomless well of anxiety...
he doesnt stop looking intently...
I notice the sincerity in his eyes and the solidness of his face, full of character and wisdom, with laugh lines to balance the seriousness of his years. Locked onto his eyes, he smiles at me and I am compulsed to simply smile back...
not a word is said while I twirl my napkin, and we look upon each other...
shyness...
who would have thought I was shy, so bold and brassy I can be
yet there I was, being very shy but now quiet, the only noise coming from the kitchen and the conversation between two older women a few tables away from us.
and then he asks me "would you like to play putt putt?"
"no" I softly say
Bowling?
no, not bowling
hmmm...go to a movie?
not today.
a museum perhaps?
I shake my head no
He never stops looking into my eyes, as he continues asking
"would you like to go to the mall?"
my nose scrunches up as I adamantly say no to that proposition
would you care to just take a drive out in the country?
I pause and think about this and I nod my head yes...
we gather up our trays and take them to their station and leave...
his hand slides into mine, the first time we touch, as we head to the car...
later we will kiss
and say good nite
and go home seperately
with wonder inside us both
for all the magic a simple first date can bring...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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