Henry + Blue = ???
After I broke things off with James, things got all kinds of
magical with Henry. I had never before been in a relationship where I was calm.
I felt like we just fit and there was nothing I needed to worry about. I
finally realized that dating didn’t mean awkward confusing conversations and internal doubt. This
was the first guy in a long time that I felt like I could possibly have a
future with.
Nutsy I know.
Our dates ranged from going to concerts to binge watching
Sherlock, but my favorite was one that took place on a dried up lake, our dried up lake. We found
the lake weeks before and came back for a night of games. By the end of the
night it was just us sitting in the middle of the lake trying to cheat our way to
victory in Spot It. I won by the by.
Fast-forward a couple weeks and I started likening our relationship
to the movie groundhogs day. The movie where Bill Murray lives the same day
over and over and over...
I was Bill Murray and every week in the Henry and Blue saga
was exactly like the one before.
FHE: Hang out with Henry during activity.
Wednesday: Invite Henry to dinner with friends.
Thursday: Henry asks me out for Saturday.
Saturday: Date night.
And this kept going week after week with nothing
progressing. Maybe I’m mistaken, but at some point shouldn’t we be hanging out
more? Maybe texting more? Maybe doing anything more?
Don’t get me wrong, things with Henry were great, but our
first date was the same as our seventh. And our relationship, while fun, needed
a splash of depth added to it. And I guess what was really missing was either
one of us saying “hey, I like you.”
It would have been great to feel secure in us.
But we had a ward campout coming up and it seemed like a
little getaway with Henry might help things immensely.
-The Bluestocking
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It makes me nervous, all this past tense writing...
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